caviar

an oil-lamp
in the coal-black darkness.
we sit with Jonah.
saltwater meal,
we can't taste.
sick at the inevitable spit.

wildflowers

this des[pair is like wallflolwers
flowers on the pavement we miss
like rain that makes people angry
lovers we miss make us angry
we're so sickk not being able to love
that we drown in a puddle lost