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some things do not stop at the end of the worldeven if the restaurants are bareand my fridge is empty too some small things live in between the puny pulselike the fact that i still love hereven if there is quiet in her deep, open heart noweven if the light slumps idle in my roomstuck … Continue reading
the sky is made of a deep lavender and swirls of separated light and tonight i listened to the music we did, danced to the coffee and uncatena, watched as sylvan esso brought me back. i had a date with me during the debacle. it went horribly, resembling more booger than boogie. she left mad … Continue reading
and suddenly, you’re 32, and you don’t recognize where you are, and you have been to many places, and you think there are still more to go to, and maybe you are overcome by greed and selfishness and a home that is not your home but that has halls that are filled with all the … Continue reading
are we only we in the broken things must we continue to bleed on those who never wounded us who do you talk to now that you are alone like a scab does the moon behind your chest still hold a reflection in the knife can butter still bend the metal where are you … Continue reading
where are the herds the wild wolves that would massacre this hopeful innocence still hopping into each day the maddening light that cannot reach the deep breath of the forest everything has been cut down and domesticated even the spring has a plan nowadays for what will grow when it will be you … Continue reading
to breathe beyond these shadows i must look elsewhere than where your absence leaks into the late afternoon dark underneath the door light curling behind the curtains like a cat we had together before it died to destroy the love left in my bones i must wade beyond the treeline against the hefty hues … Continue reading
still standing here where you left don’t you know how to find me i am a soft pullover of yours i am the slippery sunlight in between the toes there is a deep love under my armpit a bit of warmness glowing still where you spent an evening kissing the usually empty space … Continue reading
what was always wanted was to not ask what to have something said once against the milk of understanding that the earth knows from the sun the seasons from death the way that even here in the comfort of this home assembled from years of the promise of more you will leave to the puddle … Continue reading
here handled dead for yet another exhibit of that hand that will reach to feel the cold but will not disrupt the butterflies wing, will not capture the monarch for fear that the flight will be ruined by hands that will soon swat a fly, splat a hornet, take a bribe, scratch a car, finger … Continue reading
food undigested on the chest breasts already pancakes they will laugh when reaching under the napkin of my body they the strong they the knowledgeable will the question caught on my throat survive the morning before they leave there is another joke that reaches the awake ears bending like flowers to the sun curtains closed … Continue reading
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