in a corner of my hidden room i keep my vase
into its mouth i whispr all my wants
it eats them up so i forget
until im clean and new
and want no more
but i'm very sure the vase never forgets
bidding ends april 25th

with my great big hands i pull back the branches
my manliness escapes me and i look on at this vision
deer and sparkling angels on the water's caps
i don't remember who told me to take this path
and i don't remember my cabin
i begin to dream about the flavor of berries
bidding ends may 7th 2020