REMEDIES FOR WRITING
Words I write
swim like a second
darkness
between stars.
What is uncertain
is direction, a poem
that begs to be read aloud.
Through dreams I go back
and make a path of X’s
through an endless snowfall
of calendars. I abbreviate
the landscape with hunger
paralyzing each voice
I encounter with betrayal.
In another light
I stand in my shadow
like a word
on the tip
of someone’s tongue.