halotherapy
^{16:25, august 8th, 2021}
the water brings back shells and stones
but fire does not plan its actions
and as your debts so quick grow old
turn questioning eyes upon your ashes
because therein lies the answers old

an angel with saltwater wings
surrounded by a halo of salt
your eyes forced shut, your wounds burnt clean
to force you back to whence you crawled
because therein lies the answers old

in sandy beaches letters scrawled
speak eons more than voices can
but silence crushes ribs and lungs
and empty homes call not to love
because therein lies a spark gone cold

-analog

in the a.m.
^{00:53, june 24th, 2021}

1am, pumping fake city noise into speakers to help me sleep.

with comfort and nostalgia for a place i hardly know, longing for a community i am nowhere near.

other people’s idle chatter soothes my thoughts, soothes the itch under my skin and the ache in my joints and the ringing in my ears.

creatures are my creature comfort, camaraderie in silence, in volume, and in distance.

as i ebb and flow on the waves of a train in a country 30 hours away, pieces of me come together under dim moonlight and dimmer streetlights.

-analog