Not A Dream

Walking on the jetty of broken mirrors 

and gravel-encrusted bones and all those 

phone calls I promised to make to raise 

money to find a cure for the midnight 

disease I don’t even believe exists

because I rather enjoy stumbling alone

in the dark.

[LSS, 7/31/23]

Naming the Work

Throwing all the rocks I’ve collected, 

the words I’ve written today 

into the tumbler—no one needs the story 

when there’s a perfect title.

[LSS, 7/31/23]