Kimmy Joy
i. under the spring, mine for deposits of crystallized rose, eucalyptus, mint words of the prophets illuminated: o holiest of scribes, dance the flame, sparkling into steam lift and soften. ii. barely dawn, soaked restless risen downward into that shallow pool of memory to shake loose and grip the slippery end of being held as scabs of almost-love melt and drain. iii. dual ruptures, volcanic and primal both clinging andromedan to porcelain altars screamsong in reverse rise to the cliffs and gorges of our bodies mingling tomorrow’s regret and resolve. i. the poison was contained in your solitude. ii. abandoned cerulean chlorine cloud. iii. once, you ate a meal while submerged.