WARM HANDS

We walked soft on snow
crunching shapes into passing
beauty. We lasted.


TRIGGER

Rock in my throat, dread
rattling against my teeth
Just hold me tightly.

 

 

FENCING 

Dancer, dancer, clad
in white, waltzing down the strip
Deadly dance of two


MULAN

Look searchingly at
me; pimple-constellations 
spell out prophecies