a self portrait in fog
leave the
light on
keep
the home
fires burning
for
who?
with
what
fuel?
what
matters
is how
i land on
my feet
loosen
the hold
of this
old
identity
the antithesis
of hunger
stabs
my
abdomen
i know
the
word
for it,
now
how to
differentiate
aches of
grief,
desire
how those
twin
pains
feed
each other
indifferent
syllables
slipping
into
bed
i remain
a slim
devotee
to my
words
