Poems from woodwhisper
we all vibrate.
our hearts, veins, neurons—
molecules of heat.
there are profound pulses
palpating in us— we can never
truly be still.
...
perpetually tempted to
pluck out the sole
precocious beard hair.
unruly, intertwined
upwardly in
overgrown opposition.
ritually, I tug...
have you ever whispered
affirmations to yourself in the
waning hours of night
knowing in your heart
you are dying?
you learn to
semi-...
it would happen to me most
often as a child when
sleeping over my grandparents'
house in the red room,
as my sleeping and waking
minds...
there is something living, mythic
in certain objects from our youth
an unremarkable thing becomes a
totem of legend, plastic
suddenly...