Comets and Coyote

I hear the echos of coyote through the cinder block walls of my cabin

Louder than the constant hum allowing me to deep sleep wrapped in the coolness of season change

I saw a comet coming home

Earlier, the moon a nail clipping tossed up to the sky 

No shadow just the slate blue of the atmosphere 

I crawled down the hole to the rats with no fear

They are smart and want nothing of me

Through the tunnel I found a courtyard 

Lemurs watched me with dozens of eyes above the hydrangeas 

My hands were sticky weeds entangling three babies as small as tree frogs 

I wanted to keep them like a silver dollar but I returned them to their own

BV The Wet Season

I can’t swim here anymore

Under the lacy ash on the ridge

It brings me emotions that

Only unravel my fate

With no hope for repair

And I walk until I crumble 

Under the weight of the clouds near the peak 

Where the air is thin and my head splits 

My guts puke up the emptiness 

Of all my starvation 

Dreaming of the mirage I created 

As I wrap my body in cold blankets

Burrowing my head in a lumpy pillow