Presence and Absence Coincide in Song


as if to speak

“bring something sweet”

for you to crush beneath your heel

as if in searching I could find

Your Face

in every long draught

I can speak as

can you see –

but to breath is

full as I can be


And Leave The World Unseen

My favorite part of the year so far was when you laid three soft kisses behind my ear as I stumbled into consciousness rapt in your limbs. 

Bilious We •



I so often wish I could bring you sensations, moments, bits of the fabric of things. Today, on the edge of the forest, white throated deer ate new leaves off of saplings a few feet away, as I, black clothes stark against the bark, picked sap and brought it to my face. These moments, like the rocks, in some way unmoving, smooth, clever. I wish to bring these to you untarnished by translation, and in the same moment I know it to be impossible. But I know that very soon we will be in the same room – and that that is the closest two humans get to seeing, as one, the quality of light in an afternoon.