Me

I navigate poetry and prose with the same breath and work that I put into self-reflection. It can be clunky and ugly to put those parts under a microscope. Like poetry, I need work and practice.

Me

I have an atheist blood
Of this, I am positive
Running deep in the wells and gullies of my being
Is me, 
A chasm

Blink twice to the cosmos
While I doubt the double helix
As a double double, double coffee
Pours into a cauldron of me
-An experiment unseen

I am the cells of dance
An albumin purse of a future dependant
Longing to walk 

My stretched hands hold paper in black light
For you to see the sunrise
I will break bread in the dandelions, sink in the bog
Of equations, and turn the light off for the night