Sea Sick I, II, III

I
All this oxygen and humidity
in the air, in my skin
makes me feel the opposite of dizzy:

Un-high. Grounded.
Or,  nailed to the ground.
Like I am breathing, muted, under water.
(It sounds like the inside of my head.)

II
And in my dream,
you were an arm, reaching
and you were a face, hovering
over the water's surface, meeting
my underwater eyes, holding
that moving, liquid gaze
with solidity.

III
Untangling.
Fingerstentaclessealegs
Feederscrawlerssuckersparisites
Seaweedgreenhairslimemire
Soggywrinkledkickflailsinkingshrinking
Swimmingreachingblindnaked
Liberation.

Above (07.27.11)

Above (07.27.11)

Good-bye, Brown. Sharp. Dry.
Good-bye, strange desert
(where I keep falling in love).
Good-bye, mountains
(from which I want to scream):
Good-bye, Wild! Sun! Fire!
Good-bye, strange dreams
(that leave me thirsty, desperate)
Good-bye, stubborn ground
(if only for a few fleeting days).

I will see you from far above
and all your curves and rough edges and scars
will become tidy geometric shapes:
emotionless, uncharged, no surprises.

What?/Kitten

What?

What then?
What happens when I tell you what I cannot tell myself?
In so many words
In so few words
With no words at all

What if?
What happens after I look into the eyes of my fear
And find I'm standing face to face with you
Whoever you are
Whatever you are

What name?
What words for:
This face, this fear
This power, this beauty?

Kitten

All I wanted was
a miniature world
with just enough
room for a rug
on which to curl
up my bones
like a starving kitten
and sleep