full moon list

Slivers that inch their way out of the skin or dissolve.

Palpating the major bones of the body, wondering, "How deep is the Yes?"

Thinking of the yellow marrow in the shafts of long bone. Where unprocessed memory (trauma) resides in the body.

How come it's taken so long to reach this blooming?

In the dream a man touches her face, says "You make me want to do 36 things I've never done before."

Leaving the bathroom light on for the children.

A notebook of letters, the jittery hand cupped around the probability that truth cannot be captured, only experienced.

Skeptical of the prominent sense that skin separates.

What did I just say and what the hell does it mean?

The bones of the hip take 25-30 years to completely fuse.

Rivers again, triple divides, water flowing to three different basins, prayers dropped over the convergence.

Wanting to walk out of my skin like a blank page into the night, refract the moonlight.

Scraps of paper.

The Universe and its secrets.

How a strong wind lifts the curtains inside this body, spring cleaning.

Phone numbers forever burned into memory.

Despair flies free of its nest, too educated to return.

Pairs. Friendships. Evocation of the Mystery.

All of the words in the mouth of conversations I want to have.

On a windowsill, water in a mason jar holding the moon.