on old memory, on chairs too large, on scabble tile fate (chapbook)

emotions kills my memory. in these poems i rearranged 14 gradients of certain memory.

AND THERE THE WINDMILL WAS

i.

she sleeps dreams, folded red sheets light receptive moods

arms rest in sex motion, across strawberry your chest and bed

searching skin for Braille pubic freckles constellation lines

your storm lingers over Indiana Circadian rhythm

rattles the only tree outside shaking cicadas nervous

throats implode chest vacant

circles fall drip down thighs, and your tiny hairs parade erection

cushion bent knee push this hand and howl for any

moon southern curl pry awake cinder blocks are walls

yearning nights humid with your drawings pinned to sky

morning nerves buried at kiss, you flinch body on body

on bodies on palms dry on etchings deep

fingers grow like slow vines, reaching, breathe light dream thin

eyes peeling fruit sink in slipstreams in rivers i may cross

ii.

your storm lingers over Indiana Circadian rhythm

searching skin for Braille pubic freckles constellation lines

eyes peeling fruit sink in slipstreams in rivers i may cross

throats implode chest vacant

moon southern curl pry awake cinder blocks are walls

cushion bent knee push this hand and howl for any

morning nerves buried at kiss, you flinch body on body

yearning nights humid with your drawings pinned to sky

circles fall drip down thighs, and your tiny hairs parade erection

fingers grow like slow vines, reaching, breathe light dream thin

arms rest in sex motion, across strawberry your chest and bed

rattles the only tree outside shaking cicadas nervous

on bodies on palms dry on etchings deep

she sleeps dreams, folded red sheets light receptive moods

iii.

she sleeps dreams, folded red sheets light receptive moods

throats implode chest vacant

fingers grow like slow vines, reaching, breathe light dream thin

circles fall drip down thighs, and your tiny hairs parade erection your storm lingers over Indiana Circadian rhythm

cushion bent knee push this hand and howl for any

moon southern curl pry awake cinder blocks are walls

arms rest in sex motion, across strawberry your chest and bed

rattles the only tree outside shaking cicadas nervous

searching skin for Braille pubic freckles constellation lines

on bodies on palms dry on etchings deep

morning nerves buried at kiss, you flinch body on body

yearning nights humid with your drawings pinned to sky

eyes peeling fruit sink in slipstreams in rivers i may cross

iv.

yearning nights humid with your drawings pinned to sky

rattles the only tree outside shaking cicadas nervous

your storm lingers over Indiana Circadian rhythm

she sleeps dreams, folded red sheets light receptive moods

on bodies on palms dry on etchings deep

throats implode chest vacant

cushion bent knee push this hand and howl for any

eyes peeling fruit sink in slipstreams in rivers i may cross

moon southern curl pry awake cinder blocks are walls

circles fall drip down thighs, and your tiny hairs parade erection

arms rest in sex motion, across strawberry your chest and bed

fingers grow like slow vines, reaching, breathe light dream thin

searching skin for Braille pubic freckles constellation lines

morning nerves buried at kiss, you flinch body on body