by christycelia

April 5th


open the windows
for watery eyes.
(it’s all I have)

we need lighthouses
beneath the sea
to see the merge
of the tides.
the east and the west
the tired souls
(sunken musical
notes from the
pointillated by
pulses of light
heeding warnings

we need mouths full
juicy pears
waxing summer
all down our chins
the up and down of
jaws (& eyelids)
talking through
the dusk.

open the windows.
shut the blinds.