There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember.

remember me
when you least
expect it

in the scent
of rosemary and
the red of eyelids
closed to the sun

and I will
remember you
in cursive on
forearm in the
tender spot
where the sun
never reaches

isn’t that
what we all

the best parts
of us to stay alive
in the hearts of
those we love

our words

hummed like

tasted like



I freeze
without you.

The towers
I place
around me
are set
on fire,

but they can
not keep
me warm.

So I reach
for you,

not as easy
to find
as I hoped,

not quite
where I
thought you
would be,

In your
I lay
a piece
of you

on my chest
over flesh

not as warm
as I remember,

not as much
a second skin.

but you
the shiver
I can not

how to let go of what you never had

start with

wet sand
hard underfoot
waves seep in
soft foam sticks
to ankles as
water pulls

stay for an
overcast day in
northern california

shirts untuck
gulls coast
high above on a
salty chill

arms around chest
to secure warmth

toes curl and uncurl
embed small flakes of
broken down life
in the crevasses
between nail and skin

let go by allowing
wind to pull forward
instead of letting earth
hold back


I disentangled
myself from
the woman
I used to be

allow her
to rest

her time
well spent
has ended

and now

I am molding
with broken
finger and
roughened palms

another cast
another face

eyes and bones
and stitched lips
I do not
in the mirror

only to
shed her
in time
as well

and begin