'Darkroom' by Erica Goss, with an interview about poetry and technology

In
the spirit world

backlit
by old stars



dreams
sound like

water
falling



we
are inside

and
outside

at
the same time



trays
clack like old bones

as
faces rise from wet paper



their
deep cloudy eyes

and
conquered mouths

appear
between our hands



lips
and chins a blurry landscape

touched
with the faint light

of
a slow exposure



switch
off the red

and
exhale

we
stand on