D r i f t w o o d
night by, space a dark ocean longing
mother cyclopean hush
calling me,
suction cold at earthbrown eyes,
mouthing vastly
every breath a windegg an ark
in the windless no surfacing
ears gag on chasms of soundless no surfacing
eyes are limpid jellyfish no surfacing
drowned words are glass angels no surfacing
tonguetip numb in cryogenic vacuity no
body crumpled in blotting concavity no
thoughts haunt adrift as dismantled satellites no
hearts litter the moon like brittle shells of horseshoecrabs no
face, my face, polished into driftwood.