I want to remember all the miles
of radio silence on tires as slick
as asphalt. How we sang
through the static of every sunset.
Pushing for a few miles more
until venus and jupiter showed up.
We had spent too much time
in the bowl of that desert,
life gets worn down real quick,
with the danger of never
gaining traction. Now hindsight
is a jangly image changing
in the rearview mirror.
It was the longest goodbye.
Your hand out the window, an airfoil
performing acrobatics all the way.
You kissed me and kept on going.
I’m going to say you were
a bird all along.





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Watching you run

Nothing much changes, the night
is longer, the sun is hamstrung,
I want this to be out of my hands.

I want the words that are near to you.

There is fruit that your fingers will lift
from a bowl. I would sing the psalms
of shadows after your reflected light has left.
I’m sorry, sad songs are the only ones I know.
Where the sky is tearing itself apart
and the feathers of night are bleeding to leave.

You are water.

You are the siren sown across
this desert. All my footsteps
circling against desire.
My heels hard against the
hoax of monuments, the
shortcuts of open tombs.





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Lux ab Intus

It’s a love song, the way the needles
of my fingers hold you, this red thread
that pulls through the glint. It is fire and
blood and it scars us both. I only know hunger
and the lies I need to feed it. This mouth is raw
with prayers. I will consume you but first
you will know pleasure.


Art by Jelena Markovic




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