inside

waiting
wanting
to see you in my eyes
finding feelings
I thought had died

Julia Who

Julia who laughs like crisp Autumn
and talks like boiling water
who is books and shoes
who is a shard of glass and a cotton ball
whose eyes are framed with raven feathers
is home today
who tells me of the city
who tells me of the train
whose purple paper cranes
can't unfold today
sleeps in her heart-wallpaper childhood room
who used to be there every day
is home
is a sponge on a kitchen sink
is a light bulb tossed away
doesn't stay here anymore
is hiding behind the curtains
who giggles and sways on her flag pole
is chestnut cabinets and radio songs
who comes and leaves and comes and leaves again
is the orange sweater tucked away
asking why don't you visit me
why don't you come why?

Clarity

The leaf moves
just the amount of breeze
The body swoons
just the greatest turmoil

Building after building
from one to the next
house by house

When it tears
there can be a clarity
it is enough
Arrow fit exactly
into the wound it makes

And when the heart
knows truth
the precision
is a tornado -
with just the amount of breeze