If I am made 

in the image of     God no wonder
I have a black hole     head boundaries
blurred my body     unfolding shape
shifting some days     I look in
mirrors thinking     Jesus Christ is
that my face     other days I see through
my lover’s eyes     a shade garden
in my throat     bleeding heart dicentra
collarbones dripping     with corydalis lutea
each blossom     ink I read only birdsong
my chest an aperture     to root to ground Continue reading “3 Poems by Jericho Hockett”