Pen and Paper: Poetry & Prose (2020)

for the silence

On the days where this body
transforms into a hollow sunken town,
nesting the lost claiming they're found,
eyes unseeing, lungs un-breathing,
mouth, un-saying.
Swallowed are the words
that could have meant everything.

In this town, only the lonely are welcome.
Embraced with both arms
as how the moon chases the sun,
how the greens rejoice in the winter,
how the storm dries the streets,
how the fish revels in land.
Dead.
Suffocating.

—for the silence