where
i seek a vanishing
to be pure essence Where i have no name No memories
more than exile
i seek oblivion
a nightjar lives in a starred sky
a nightjar lives in twilight
make the appropriate offerings
resin. vine. your hands. reaching. be my perfume.
i am a violet at the crest of spring Waning Turning into a traveling song Turning into paper under the sun This is delirium This is grief and longing This is a grocery list and a forced march through arduous terrain This is already tomorrow Dragging the mezcal bottle from room to room
votif rain
votif flame
votif petals on your palms
you are the rose