Hand Me Down

At length

A wooded ring, stretched
through, covered in lacquer.

The ridges of fingers
stain when the palm meets plank.

Yesterday’s memories fall,
get lost in the dead yellow sheen

When palm meets plank,
care of stumble, each
dream supports like
a though bubble
ridden to its natural conclusion.

Why cut the fingers,
when death will not do.

MOS: Kiviuq

Keys, keys.
jangle in pocket.

Jnagle dangle loose.

Keys open doors
Keys brass.

The way home keys,
list in the oceans a ship in the snow
placed. Under sighs and collapses.

Portable brass, the black earth is covered.
Underfoot, a nethe.

When hands are pressed together, the feeling fails,
as if you yourself are not really
there not touching, a dream of existence.

I wander in the wonder,
imagine what snow meant in melt and drift.

MOS: Polydeuces

Not sure how allegiances lie.

How I’ve missed you.

Again I have missed.

My brother wife.

The leaves fallen from my hand,
no answers in the station.
Again this is from the hand.

Pond water is the bath,
Lily pad scent obscured.

Coming home was never easy.

Leave me.

Come back.
A simple return in the steps,
a dance with no end.

Shuffle in place if you’d like.
I am not bound by your points.

MOS: Helene

So much to be unsaid,
withdrawn from the throat.

Kept among the puzzle of lights,
iron wrought,
so wrecked into trees unseen, unanswered.

Opposite the envy. No bringer of a jury.

I yell “Fire!” in the room.

This is for all of us to die.
to remain certain in our beliefs.

So constrained, almost an explosion.

Thirst the moment before the boom.

The stillness of the second that passes.

I want to be left here before it ______.

To be left during the falling of fruit.

I collapse, I collapse.