Who am I?

I am my past. I am my grandparents.

the queen spoke softly

I wasn't blasted
or taken aback or shocked
into numb
I was
and then I was working hard to move
pawn to bishop
before she whispered:
"remember me."
checkmate.

tip toe to the coffin

bronze and antique
with fine lines of dust.
I only misplace children
because they don't stay put
electric blankets surround us
starboard and port
The end is closer to me than you.
Keep my lid on tight.

Yes, I am the evil microscope.

Black plastic with knobs
to fine tune and displace you
The samples are corrupt
The phosphorus blinding
Seeing is knowing
and we see your matter
binding and bonding
to exist within bounds
of a petri dish.
This god.
This evil.

my hands are too big for this crowd

how does this work?

good intentions

Love,
I could not take them with me
not a one
yet crying softly I still asked for forgiveness
before smothering
and buring them in the backyard.

ripples

these distractions are
ripples meant to deceive a snake
I breathe you in my nose
sense you on my tongue
in my skin
I'm separate from the blades of grass
sliding away
with the grains of dying things
I'm moving and deadly.