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i killed my first patient. she was young, dressed by light, poked by the first grey hairs that waved like the slippery sign of spring crushing the ice of an ancient lake. she wore a warm orange sweater. her nails were painted blue. and she was going to die. i greeted her, took her history. she smiled throughout. said … Continue reading
Dear dear, I want to give you the words I never did, to tell you how to say things that need to be said in never. There is little to be said now, which is why I have written so much. I am trying to fill in the space to make you feel less like … Continue reading
Dear Dear, I am unsure if you have noticed, but in the cumulative three weeks you have hidden in Montreal, it has not rained. Snow has buried. Sun has bloomed. But even among the heaviest clouds that mute the world in gray, all that was held was the promise of spring, of a slow walk, … Continue reading
blank look now at the end with a spine bent with a story that is heavier than the breath unbound what is worse than the unread the unwritten what is longer than the novel the old i am erasing you there to the brag of the unfinished the failed metaphors the depraved similes … Continue reading
hardly a confession so softly an eruption of a sunflower that is inelastic in the spring of a sleepy volcano scared of its own yawning heart of a poem pronounced as an exhalation followed by a deep buttery silence that is blooming to you saying that we’ll make more than love while we … Continue reading
i think i am supposed to think less, because you told me when it is over it is over, and i asked what is there? what is after the edge? how is it that at the end of some ends, there is a crack, a light? you told me it was gobbledygook, another reason why … Continue reading
he was too long ago he was has it really been that much time he was ancient history found in the faraway look of a stone statue that would crack and leak loss on the world after years he was painting classes and hands held and blooming kisses in all the lovely locations that … Continue reading
Dear you, Yesterday it was our anniversary. This morning we spoke on the phone. There is a mess of you everywhere inside of me. With striking clarity I remember the fireworks that blew up the sky above us, the sky that for at least that night, that moment belonged to us – only us. But … Continue reading
i think i am supposed to tell you i am sorry, but i forget the words. not what they are; how to say them. where the b doesn’t look so pregnant with desire and the i isn’t disconnected from a circle that includes you. there i am, on the outside, a crescent moon birthmark on … Continue reading
you will first come to understand her. you will begin to look across the room for her. you will hold her head like night nestles the stars, tired from being the only light that cracks through. you will tell her that she is the only her. you will love her. you will buy her things. … Continue reading
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