here —

           the margins —

it’s all said

           illegibly

• • •












night —

           how silence

in the hallway

           lasts












• • •












cliff ledge — your face

                              dissipates

           into a cypress












• • •












crow

lifts

through

fog

hills

fold

into












• • • 












light

smear

humming-

bird

peripheral

burst












• • •












loops of bull kelp

smothered in

sea foam      what you said

lodges under

a wave / dissolves












• • •












your hand beside

a lily

          disappears

in wind

light’s

drawn through












• • •












half-moon hinged

on blue sky

behind us

           — cypress
shadow

           stretched across

           your bare stomach












• • •












window —

moth’s

wing

within

the sink’s

reflection

flinching












• • •












where we

woke         fog

traced

the hills

invisible