What was whispered to the rose

I’ve taken an internship as a reviewer at Forget the Box and have an article up there now. I also hooked up with this sharp little flash venue Blink/Ink and have a piece there—

                                      

Our son

a stranger set of eyes

and love

fragmented, theorized

our bed

and someone else’s lies

it’s dead

as morning through the blinds

our hands

make homes for others when

demands

forget my number and  

this knife

a star in fledgling blue

despite

what it was meant to do

I wake

my sleep is tense and dull

I take

you from your pedestal

this fall

don’t bring it up again

your call

let silence settle in