O  ur eyes meet. blue, brown, green, gray. a false sunrise of pinks clashed on blue skies in a terrible display of beauty. in those eyes lay just a little bit of beauty, just a little bit of everything. it seems like watching universes born and die in billions and billions of seconds, that planet’s floating dust come together and form explosions of rocky color, only to fall apart and float again. every color in the eye of a telescope is you.

R  eal life crashes hard on my shoulders sometimes in the spaces between that freckle on my back and the one on my neck. this moment doesn’t have the taste of real life. it feels like waking up sharp and letting my eyes fall, watching colors dance across my eyelids in reds, oranges, pinks, golds and the skies over beaches and lakes and cities and towns. letting my mind draw itself up and float around at the top. listening to quiet air. no thoughts, no feelings, just this, out of word.

A  nxiety pumps my heart, all that blood has nowhere to go. these veins were never made for fast track life full of scarlet passions and crimson furys and cherry lips and rose splotched skin, but a slow dream under yellow yolk suns and yellow honey’s slow drag and yellow flowers sway’s in time to light breezes. and then- your fingers are sharp when they dig into spaces between my thumbs and pinkies, and I am a fish caught on hooks after hours and hours of a glass still pond, dragged into a tossing salt ocean burning my mouth, tumbling my head.

- NORA // N.A

Taking form in those around

I keep seeing- Blood Mother, ravaging youth

With smells of sherry dripping from her lips

For a moment I think, ‘she is what’s wrong with me,’

Oh Brother, you-

Tonight, you said: “You are bottling up.”

In between words, crease of brows and a sucking lip

You asked: “Are you alright?”

(I’ve spilled, vomiting emotion that just poured and poured

Watched them spiral down the drain on water I hoped washed sin so easy)

But Brother, you-

I want to teach you to sharpen teeth

To be a snarled lip wildling 

Yet, in the curl of your fingers and wrists

I remember a rush on fields of spring packed dirt, carrying me away

And I know, even now

Love, will be the last sin I ever breathe

Because Brother, you-

Flash teeth, so quick, between sweet cheeks

I remember- you are a tool, crafted of this house

Another cursed hex to trip my running feet

- Before I Go // N.A