I’m swollen, turgid
and all these fierce emotions
shake the very room

Frozen memory
in the backseat of a car:
forgotten punchline.

(photograph courtesy of, and featuring, weakmeatstrongeat)

Playing with her knobs,
finding the right position
to rest the needle.

The force of the blow
that knocked me to my knees and
took my breath away.

She danced weightlessly
on the precipice’s edge
in the summer breeze.