Young Women

Their eyes betray desire and bewilderment, an innocence searching for a way out, beckoning the overpowering lust of men. Their own lust is disguised by a fleetingness and ethereality, a restless evasiveness. They watch us out of the corner of their eye, waiting to sense the black pall that will cover them in the sad and sensual stupor that leads to sex—from the heart of men's eyes. They seek strength to lift them up and to force them down. For they are neither of the earth or of the sky. Upon a glance, they seem to move with the grace of water, and upon close inspection, they drag with the friction of their clandestine flaws against the solid and immovable earth. 

So Many Questions

Well formed are the days

and loose are the tongues that speak

all around me

voices

trying to expel

the fear

I watch traffic

it’s always the same cars that go by

the same people

navigating their minds

trying to find an answer

I can’t explain it

this feeling

of complete aloneness

not when the world is filled

with everything I’ll ever know

I can’t decipher

anything

It just keeps bouncing around in my brain

until

like the moon revealed

from behind a cloud

I stop searching

and everything makes sense

and I have no need to explain anything

At high altitudes

the brain stem can begin to drip

down the spinal cord

I wonder what is rising 

from down below

It’s always something

perfect

and beautiful

Is this a sign

from the heavens

this buried truth?

I sometimes want to dance

but haven’t the space for it

or so it seems

I am constantly waking

from a dream

and the moon

is constantly being revealed to me

from behind a cloud

so full

it seems it will blow to smithereens

and my brain

it feels that way too

a tremble in the Earth

so subtle

it can only be felt 

by that which has its roots deep

I want to feel it

and know it

that the Earth is adjusting itself 

like I am

searching for room

searching for answers

to questions

that can’t be put into words.

The Moon

Hardly had she spoken

When the wind opened the door

And the moon fell down 

Upon the floor

And crawled toward us

Naked and drunk

Complaining of the world, 

And all we could do

Was stare in disbelief

For we had never seen the moon

Crawling naked and drunk before.