Complex Systems



We are complex systems

swimming in and out

of complex lives

growing with the sun

and falling with the tide

and when I no longer breathe

I will be given back to the sea

and the stars

and the grass beneath my feet

so do not linger in your grief

complex systems were made to leave


-nothing is permanent 

Body Image


I can recall every curve

of every body I have lived in

every thought

every wave of emotion

the high and low tides

conjured by my eyes

and I wonder about the days

wasted in front of mirrors

the hours given to a voice

that was never mine to begin with