lethe

thin you are
a pin
a trickle of blood
from a lancet, thin, red
capillaries outlined
through an eye ,
not a third, the third
is not
thin.


silence is not asking
sleep is for getting thicker
river ride river flow
this side is not that one
this ride is not a fat one

a prayer is smoke
risen from slaughter
forgiveness cobbled from want
desire given to the kindest god

to forget in the body is
an act of drift. forget this
body forget this stone
drop into the water, rest.

to forget in the body is
an act of stasis. forget this
wild air forget this wind
drop into the sky, float.