say, then, there was nothing. only misled moments.

Say, then,
there was nothing,
only misled moments,
the guilt of the moon-lit walk.
Nothing,
except perhaps
your garden at noon,
carrots pulled up from their roots.
Nothing,
your heart
taken and tied,
unmovable rock,
where in the crevices
flowers bloom.

- Helen Steenhuis, Roc Fleuri.

come back to tell me what it was like to be without me.

I'm not a bird but I'm inhabited by a spirit
that's uplifting me. It's my animal, my saint
and soldier, my flame of yearning,

come back to tell me
what it was like to be without me.

- Chase Twichell, Saint Animal.