Cusp of Midnight

This year slides onto
The next

Tectonic plates
Shifting at a glacial pace

Before you know it
Passes you by

Cold air in your veins
A whisper of sleep

The sky is alive


And happy as she is



A losing game

Losing miserably

This sense of self

Dense and failing

Flag burning in the wind

Strings at my wrists

Pulled tight

A fight I cannot win

But I am trying for you

Even if you’d rather

See me curse

And fall from my perch

Eyes turned skyward

The Earth must repair

Her own wounds



A tangle of sheets,
You would never
Let me sleep,
My side was yours,
Dreams passing
Through fingertips
And half-formed words.

I loved you then,
Spilling tobacco on my bed,
Dampening the paper
With your tongue,
I leaned in for a kiss,
And whispered against
Your lips:
“Breathe your smoke
As truth.”


You didn’t look at the moon

Or the stars on a cloudless night,

How could you not

Stoop to one knee for the prose

Of the moon

And her bonnet of stars?

They scrambled

Arranged themselves neatly

Just for you,

For your eyes

To tilt and offer them


You offered them nothing.

You would even try.



Maybe I’m not what you envisioned
Maybe I’m soft in places
You thought would be hard
My shoulders may be weak
But like Sisyphus
I will try
My eyes may strain
But they can see through
This envisioned life
My heart is in the right place
But no one else showed
A different time zone
And you are no longer
A vision
No longer envisioning
Our life together
Maybe I’m just too soft
As you utter “stalemate.”