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the following are aren’t * hello goodbye nothing else * smoky stars eyes focused street on and on * first date went well with no second * i am sorry that when writing i didn’t have you in mind i was trying to figure out my own * regardless of what you heard its all … Continue reading
i am not drunk look it’s just that the flowers hold no colours for night leaving loneliness to bloom with those things left still unsaid since the time of creation where even then in closed eyed nothingness i missed you and couldn’t see you growing up into that beautiful woman who would ask more questions … Continue reading
i am told i must remember that this is better than what was then but i am eight and running with my dog who later died to an echo of my grandma saying that heaven held no humans only lost pets waiting for pats like sunsets glowing at themselves in a mirror spent on years … Continue reading
where the time weeps how are your poems did you notice those that read at dark about the dark did you see the poor blasting the poorer what of the cars left littered waiting for a dead battery to move again those that seep loneliness only a forgotten language can speak did you close yourself … Continue reading
i remember when you were unforgettable like the ocean hugging a lonely log filled with so much desire to farm the world of its oxygen and give it all back to dirt and flowers born yet without heads for they are recalling yours sniffing seeds of the past that swore to never let go of … Continue reading
don’t you miss the days of knowing how to get back here to the poured place where birds warn against the morning’s warm slaughter and the crowds sigh against the other team’s score and what of those atoms scratching at my window to see me late at night thinking of no more than a bundle … Continue reading
i the solitary destruction a single hair from a hijab knows i the alone that can’t be hurt by you i the one you showed the breathe of winter lazy with the warmth of spring i a song sung by the last species of a beautiful bird born for waste i … Continue reading
i suppose they will say it was always about me anyway when i would try to write about you but they did not feel what the ocean does each time it touches sand or how a woman must when they get their first period in a crowded grocery store or a bird under a tire … Continue reading
and there SHE was cloaked in articles of light standing still on a spinning top holding it all together while i was out there doing THE THING so as to make it towards the OTHER THING which in that moment i could’ve sworn was HER against the crumbling city that was making me feel bad … Continue reading
i am worried that all the poems have gone and now they reside somewhere you don’t in the bareness of a page not yet written an idea not yet materialized a life that is spent trying to make it seem less trying and more living as i did with you when i did not need … Continue reading
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