Poems from breathing
in medieval times,
the doctor would make you bleed on purpose,
letting the wet air suck out your blood
like it alone was the poison that...
There’s yellow in you when you’re with me
There’s yellow in the way you kiss my forehead
There’s yellow in the way your thumb embraces...
dear body,
when I was sleeping peacefully one night and some strange disease climbed out of my genetic code,
how did the conversation go...
My grandmother believed in reincarnation
When my father was young, she told him that after she died, he could find her in the birds
So...
Darling when I look into your eyes
Those swimming pools of blue and grey and white
It's like the world is standing at my side
With weapons...