Notebooks
Cold fog
Pale danger
Paperclip key
Blood movesa
Sweet witches
Sorcery
She watches
Secretly
Not daring to breathe
Needles and caves
On thin ice she skates
She picks at a lock
Knocks on the cross
Then slips away
Then slips away
Volcanoes
Wrong decisions
Scarecrow ink
The beating
Of black wings
Too many tall buildings
She watches
Secretly
Not daring to breathe
Needles and caves
On thin ice she skates
She waits to feel lost
Knocks on the cross
Then slips away
Then slips away
Lenticular Clouds (For Roy Montgomery)"
My Own Antarctic
Do I have to return?
Do I have to resurface?
Now that I've learned
To be nothing?
Do I have to return
To the land of the living
Now that I've learned
How to give in?
I withdrew
Further and further
Into my own
Antarctica
Never a thought
For counting the cost
Where the sun never rose
Where the wind never dropped
I saw nothing wrong with
Feeling I did not exist
Had somehow disappeared
I don't know what to do
Now it seems
I can still be seen
A bed of snow
A bed of crystals
My very own
Antarctica