a toy soldier
always on
some campaign
in the womb
of consciousness
reason
Tag: poetry
the mold
the sheets
remember
how her body
was there
so I fit
myself
to it
anonymity’s reflection
the faceless
audience forgets
that the ground
watches all
through shadows
a walk in the neighborhood
I tell myself
the street
is the same
so I do not see
what I have not
seen before
acquaintances
see a face
matches another
forgotten names
memories in hiding
a vision from being half-asleep
the shade
of an embryo
a light
signature
on a transparent
corner
a moment on the road
periphery beads
of water
bleed
on glass
missing something
