hearts quake.

for Thanos who needs more Jamaican lightning
and Julia Reichert who is recovering health.

hearts quake.

shudder.

thump mud.

bludgeon

blood’s innate

inertia

to embrace its

more transient

state.
movement happens.
and it does. change

punches. it is like that

relentless

battering

organ

pounding

life’s

monotonous

bass

tones

and the resulting

crimson

hiss

thrusting

cellular

renewal.

years make origami
skin. chiselled muscle submits
to sculptor’s hand buffing

hard

edges soft,

smooth.

tears alone are free
to race, weave, rumble
through emotion’s

elegant artistry.
thick
and thin memories

resembling Queen Ann’s Lace. Skeletons
dissolving after Autumn’s eternal frost.