daughter of three

the body dissolves \
but consciousness remains

and while I am solid,
my head
sneaks into
every atom

here she is again
flooding red, again
inside out
on the last day
and
forever

my jaw aches from infatuation \
my back aches from deepening
the impossibly immersive curve
over and over

sunlight in winter

The world w[is] on fire
but it was cold
and we the guilty free
took to dismantling ourselves

he went light surfing
I danced heavy on the tarmac
the beginning of the end
and the end of the beginning