Nero’s Candle

I couldn’t be


if Nero dipped

me in wax

and lit me

in the green

of his garden,

a human torch


hair and skin

and heart

melting and sparking

meant to snuff

me out,

but only

steering eyes

to the force

of my


The Night Man

I had a dream

about the other


the good one,

the one that loves

to hear me breathe

and asks me how my day


I can’t help it, though,

to think

of the half-shadow

of the sometimes man,

of his arms wrapping

me up into himself

until everything stings

of midnight.

It’s the darkness

that comes calling,

that will devour us all,

but in the other side of


the not so bright one,

I hold my breath

as if drowning

because it sometimes

feels like I am.

But when my eyes open,

that’s the best part of it


To see the startburst surge

against black felt.

To desire utter nothingness

only to be introduced

to light.

Evil Teeth

They are so white

and so pretty

and fit perfectly

within two sets

of gums.

They’re rooted

just so,

and when the people

see them, they rejoice.

But here our little hearts

weep and wail

because truth

is a bitter sword

between our own


Not evil,

but not pretty either,

biting down on

cold steel

and tasting

the blood of

our martyred



I gathered you up,

a little pile of bones,

to whisper some things

that have sharp-edged me

into the thing I was never

ever before.

I sought to talk to you

until talking was a thing

that hurt my throat.

And never before

have I spoken

to a ghost

but the ghost

of you is all

I have.

And then God,

took my chin,

and touched my heart,

and “look up” was the thing

I did.

And never ever

Before did I seek

to be sought,

but then He saw me,

He saw the once was

of you,

And thought to do

the thing He always does.

He held me

while I