a snake in a box
Gravity and the smell of the river
Feet touching the earth
Never revealed
in mixed company
her heart in her bones
the rocking chair
moans
her heart in her bones
the rocking chair
moans
Purple is a mood
salt shaker in her hands
the iris growing wide
as I see through my own lies
the swinging screen door
the old car rusted through
the pill box is empty
the pit bull we pet
on the chain
sit silent
old movie
raptured in teeth
quit delaying the quiet
drum
beat