~ My memory of you is this seagull I call loneliness ~

I dreamed
of seagulls {before
meeting you.

in my dreams, blurring

in the shadows.}

When I think of them, I see a seagull.

- "PACAW!", they said.

Much I marveled, {over
the Atlantic
and its birds.

When I think of you, I see a seagull.

- "PACAW!", you said,
then "PACAW!" again.

So you flew.


~ Post-Modern Sleeping Beauty ~

She woke up,
by sirens.

Her body
[covered with plastic]
couldn’t move,

she was still

If someone noticed,
she would’ve survived

- without a kiss.