3 tiny poems, 3 ways to breathe them in...
cut sharp in the brick / a strange wound painless & black /
painted by sunlight / her fingers carefully trace /
your shape on my morning words
cables rest on ballast / like / fat snakes /
points hiss and coo / dancing left/ to take you home
this dulled edge / sharpened / by a / lick / of love /
now I must / swing / into my own / minim