I am a hinge no longer attached to a door. I am embedded in the earth somewhere hidden under a mountain of refuse. I could still hold a door to the frame. Find some screws, fasten me down. I like to be held in place for a reason.

sun & moon

There once was a sun who couldn't shine on everyone
Every second of every day, so at night he channeled his rays
Through a moon who appeared very hard on the surface
Who cold and cratered bored everyone to sleep, furtive
Enough to duck behind clouds, gleaming behind misty cowls
He didn't shine so much on darkness as made
The darkness shine; his hope was that when the sun climbed
Once more to its height in the blue expanse
It would find what it left subtly enhanced

satisfact

Love is always revenge
It dribbles like the froth from my mouth
Through fingers into touch
Sculpting words into shapes
Sculpting hideous shapes into artifacts
Crested with rubies of my effort
Our arms clasped like vises
I felt the laughter in your chest
Rise through your throat
Breathe into my ear
It is a brief revenge
For all the shadows that pour through our bodies