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  • Feeling narrows

    there is a static that creeps in when the windows are fogged from the evening’s weeping roof. The rain and the wind scatter sad jewels across my vision like a broken necklace catching everyone’s eyes and o-shaped mouths. The beauty of my decay is apparent, my skin crawls, my eyes fill and I am rapt.

  • Touch

    I lay my hand across my collarbone and render a dream. Un- real, my hand is yours and the air around us is velvet. Your smell fills my brain and I am wasted. Your secrets become mine-shared when I touch your hand or when I awaken to your eyes on me. It is both night…

  • Empty text

    I don’t have the skills or the grace to do this, to know what to do to keep you connected despite our distance. Letters and phones seem insufficient to love you and I’m not really part Of this pictionary future. No one taught me how to make anything long term. Really, I could make this…

  • Before and after

    I have been searching for an explanation that helps me understand why you are here in my world. Because yesterday you were not and I could sleep through the night. I was able to read books of poetry and the liner notes of my old CDs without seeing you in every page. I can’t see…

  • Lasting

    We took a little Time off the top To think about The redundancy Of our lives. How we met And loved The words That came Across Our lips More than We loved One another. I sheltered you Like a seed Cupped in my hands And I was A penny to be saved. We agreed, No…

  • Stop before start

    Left me alone. I found a way. Not your pleasure or your preference. My meaning steadfast. Heart beating. Body providing joy. You’re the shadow that falls behind me. I make my way. Knowing. Certainty costs. Retain my pride. Cradle love. Write letters to no one. Feel the waning moment under my shoe.  

  • Wanting to be

    Cradle me and tell me I’m alive and good. Smooth my forehead, I remember you did that once late at night. I thought you would kiss me then. I just need someone to hold my hand and feel the substance of my being. There are tendons and muscles and tiny bones inside. But, oh, could…

  • Babes

    Feet touch flat, The thin layer of atoms That never allows you To touch the earth.

  • Physical impassibility

    What bones are these? Typing, hanging between gravity’s decisions. Metaphors hardly capture the way my capillaries dance, imprecisely reasoning whether one can see both sides of a coin. Philosophically, a coin only has one side, the side that is visible. My body and its cells, want the solution to be existence on all plains, though,…

  • Where We Went

    Unwrap your teenage heart Like a chocolate dream. I miss the self that sings, the one that wraps string around her finger and waves. Lightening steps and electric belief was what we wanted and could never get. Not enough to satisfy. Rather, we became maudlin. Watched rises, stretches, untouched heartache, unmounted tenderness and lamented the…