realize my mortality
but the trick is in blooming
in the opening to emptiness
the display of colors and petals
despite the tenuous moment
of circumstance
-Steve Garber
In a month we'll be dizzily older -Elizabeth Willis
No such thing as peacetime romance,
we are always in the trenches
afraid to lose our gas masks
and catch a scent
of something
that smothers our insides
'So gods fall to earth with tender irritation. What we love in time kills us, poppy dear, sugaring our skulls with backward music' -Elizabeth Willis
The world buzzed below us and we,
Sticking our noses
Into empty air
Were terrified of the precipice
Ride the lightening until it burns your skin
