split tilt cracked and broken, split noise breaks through the calm today distant thoughts float on 051212 ... pony There are parts of me that he cannot know, for they are lost, and don't belong to me - they don't belong to anyone. And so I feel unknowable, and incomplete, and unable to belong or integrate - to be part of any one thing. I am split. 241201 ... ovenbird The winter world sucks the dew from my mouth, turns my lips to desiccated earth, removes moisture until a fissure opens and a wellspring of blood burbles to the surface. I touch my tongue to iron ore, taste the meat of my own words, press my index finger to the rupture and find it slick with red ink: a living aquifer that fills what is fractured with poems, born premature, helpless and mewling. 251228 what's it to you? who go blather from