we are wandering
stars swallowed by the cosmos
burning ourselves out

© 1.30.2013 heather brager

contrary.

waiting is standard

we are patterns we create

I am contrary

looking in.

he has been restrained

for what seems

infinite eternities

a hostage of cognizance

caged in a disposable

frame, worn vulnerable

and left modest again

in that endless hollow valley

he is a captive held

by the sky, as she carefully

pins him to the earth

each verdict binds him

to a path, he is

destined to travel alone

he may flee the land

a safe road is his, and

he can read the signs

if he chooses to ascend

a route of divination

life isolated, life

but a penance to which

he provides his consent

© 1.7.2013 heather brager

darkness.

I am often motionless 
drawing the lost shadows 
of abandoned thought
on the ceiling and walls

anonymity is liquefied 
she is swallowed by ink 
and I am undefended 
and indistinguishable 
from the earth 
and the night

© 1.7.2013 heather brager 

the alternate reality.

when we are lying close

the slow words are

released from your mouth

vapid and wilted

they slither prudently

into my right ear

you are in our bed

and you are elsewhere

a reverse life, flickering

beneath closed eyelids

your hands clutch

the blankets twisted

around my body

but you are grasping for

your own heart

© 1.4.13 heather brager

an early january morning.

the hue of the sky is rime

our breath, burning from our bodies

wimpering, a mitten is fused to the floor

we are quavering statues, suspended

until the engine warms

© 1.2.13 heather brager