who kept giving me forms to fill out.
Tag: leaves
A small box of leftover parts
from all the broken things I tried to fix.
Walking in the snow,
one feels at times barely tethered to the earth.
A face in profile
is like a folded wing. A sleeping face is a dry riverbed with the faint sound of water somewhere below.
Lay me in a fist-sized hole
feathered with rime.
