"That’s not love. That’s starvation with sprinkles."

he looked at me
like the world began and ended in my eyes

- m.j.m

the call

The call shakes the rafters
traverses rooftops and shingles
with a thousand tiny bells. 

Oh, the lively cells within
a web of veined walls. 
Where are you sending me? 

I hear whispered songs
from ancient hymns -
reminders of the cracked origin,
that seeks to call me home. 

- m.j.m