I. Sun Poem

Drastic and light torn, I could live on this;
I could die hollow and dizzy
I am green I am slow I am
Alive
I am not.

II. Dark Poem

In the tule, in the dense fabric of air
water beads on my eyelashes and my mascara runs
pooling in the sockets and
the street signals blur mixing
like my sight, like my conversations where
words manifest, yours are missiles and bricks.

III. Work Poem

I walk through the grass to drench my feet,
I breath in the cold
And buy cedars and incense and karma
To burn away the doubt and cut out the panic.