Crumbling Pearls


The universe is just infinity getting more infinite

Leave the stove on and drink the tea from the kettle

My claws are too pointed to relocate a pinky

While eating a finger sandwich

Especially when the finger in that sandwich is a pinky

Are my knees folding inwards? Am I moving backwards?

Backwards moving I am

Should I sleep under the tongue of a pelican?

Cannot come out of my shell; not yet would I look

Dazzling on a necklace


I think the globe is a pearl

Spinning like an evening gown

Maybe we gave her too much Cabernet

Take a never-ending walk off God’s lips

Your hand can slip, like his tongue

And find it woven with mine

We can go nowhere, the only place I have ever felt at home


 Published at Tuck Magazine