Two: Light Box

the photo
was like a dream last
night

sad conversation
my mouth her skin
again

image moving through water (imagine)
again

heaving her chest
pushed the sky up

we were good at it
when we were desperate

the dream was
a photo morning morning morning

light can cure sadness
and some parts of our surface

as if the earth would turn
around a wound

I am
vulnerable (word as liable word as hazard word as disaster

word as open to)

when I believe
in something (word as sail)

word as holding
wind in your hand