behold, this bottled judgment
right off the shelf projection
bitter medicine soured, mad
milky shadow stuff, dammed
when it’s hard, i love
my eyes like water softener
to accept, the terms
the present, unspeakable
catastrophe has its beauty
in the eye, the log
the storm, edging bets
i cling, and living daylights
spun out like spiders, stringed
aching eyes, desperate to believe
fell fell fell, into me
the wonder tree
the deceit of fear
realities made looking wrong
shameless, child
come as you are, not as you should be
the generosity of uncertainty
the weight of choosing vulnerability
taken, granted — it’s all the same
so open wide
to accept, to receive
that truth to power
take me, take me
