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

hands to the core

for more & more

& soft money hands

sketch a silhouette

slim

both boy

and now.

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

This is only the beginning.