Wednesday, April 6, 2016


there was a time when

when all i needed
was two legs in the afternoon. 

and a book. some poetry,
perhaps; a sketchbook. 

and a pencil. and a pen. 

to nail down thoughts 
more firmly. 

a bed, too. 

a lover, or two. 

then, silence. 

(i reach
for sheets

tattoo a story
of skin)