viy again

object

there is a thing inside it.
i cannot hide it.








the edge of days

sky red
like hot lead.
sensation-heavy:
the seeking
ground.
dark comes
down.
hey down-a
-down.
below
the rocks and
the stones


the lingerer

spring comes
into the dirt.
i want to plough
your face
into the ground
and regrow you.

i want to
split real stones
and find you,

to pull apart
the dahlia head
petal by
black-red
petal

to find you lingering,
my lingerer.
to find you,
my nothing,
my sweet signifier.