we’re bathed in starlight

the approaching Atlantic


somehow separating our future selves

tearing our vessels apart


he and I are both gossamer

compared to what’s ahead


but more so my friend

as his step is really a trot


as we are two different kinds of beings

still I feel something every time our eyes meet


in doing this we simultaneously slip on ice

then catch ourselves


I with my feet

he with his paws


and so we continue like nothing happened

waiting while walking to encounter


the vast and inconceivable ocean

although he does not see this yet but smells


the sea’s salty breath

he is content


in the sparse topography of this crest

soon we find the end of land


I hold him in my hands

against the backdrop of blended sky and water


feeling his heartbeat

and wondering if Orion’s Belt is proof of eternal life


Wounds Representing Winter

once our lips touch

I will have the courage

to kill myself


it is never enough

and always too much

sweeping blood and dirt


the heights are abandoned

like our souls


internet intellectuals

moths around a flame


in bed I am


internal badges

humility and shame


for no one to see

an apparition


the gray pony

knocks him into the sea

if only it was me


I want to give up these words

but I don’t know…

I barely know myself