( #6 )

I cry
with my hands
from the tips of my fingers
which take in the world
like eyes

around my feet
everything becomes
brackish water
in time
with my tear-letting

I am measured
in equal parts
saltiness
and life-source

( #7 )

he is
the one who
put wings on me
so now I can't
hold

anything
that might be left
to reach for