Island Poems: امید
sleeping next to her had made me radioactive
sleeping next to you has made me electrified
the bell in the cave rings
but there's no salvation in the tincture of time
the landscape has always something to hide
overnight oats
the ghost of a dog
a lived-in chaos
the faces change places the word is on fire
such long life so much ekphrasis
watching you watch people
pour tea through the window I wonder
how old were you when you discovered
you had a corkscrew vagina
leaning on the kegs
in the back of the cobalt I ponder
if you had a tail
what kind of tail would it be
lying in a dark room I imagine
circumstantial evidence of orgasm
when you neither madonna nor whore
come to me death is certain
i want to eat your liver
I want to hold your hand
but i may not
and it's just fine