Maureen Seaton

ALT Cento with Heartache "What's most beartbreaking is the rib piercing this lung. That I'm as breathless as this over nothing." -Olena Kalytiak Davis Of this sweet, tender feeling, I was wrong. There. That's the hard part. I wanted. There. I love you, I love you into an octave only blood can decipher. Let me call the scene an insurrection. Let's call you mirage. I am so poor before you. A grackle, the morning light and light at the end of the implements---steam cathedral. In anger, as in desire, it was a puncture, a black and wicked door, but it made my heart a safe place for music. Not out of necessity, but of abundance. My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken after all. I've forgotten, nearly, what I've meant and now you say you love me and I stand even our cruelty towards one another because we know distance too well. my misfortune on a leash made of gold like a question we keep asking each other.