Mare

Fuseli and Jung.

A burden has been

placed upon my chest.

I am without sleep.

It’s not dark yet,

but it’s getting there.

The upstairs bathroom.

My face appears neither

feminine nor masculine.

An amalgamation of

emotional contradictions

overlapping endlessly.

A view of the world

through the back

of an ambulance.

—Who goes there?

Visitation stones

on a Jewish grave.