Thick Thoughts

to live in the jungles of life

humble & contrite

stay with the eyes & I bleed through

say ahh

I’m see through but I see you

to surrender to music

is to surrender to death,

yet my rib cage wails

in the light breeze

I find my stuffed nose

a passage—a story

unfolds of the last two weeks of my life:

green burns, salads

churn in the pit

of my stomach.

& an old trail,

sketch a silhouette

slim

as time rewinds

to present. both boy

and now.

with degrees,

I am a student of life

an unwedded wife.

baring

my hair, gracing

the world

& braiding down the truth:

verity of a dead woman. Latīn