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how do i hold this hope of not fearing that one day you will find the happiness that i see in something beyond myself is it constraint to want this thirst at my leg is there freedom to be left among the rain her thick warm soul then everything these holes that … Continue reading
who was milking the grey of those clouds where there we be not doing it again like those birds that block the branches that eat the scraps see the showers stuck as bathtubs that too must suffer the fate of eroding to the human form with whiteness praised the nails clipping the esophagus look look … Continue reading
how have you last looked at love was it with thick holes then radiance the rushing against the arms of the hairy wind were there worn whispers you there naked chaos telling this worried world that sometimes a sunflower must shine brighter than the sun that feeds it who held the stem … Continue reading
if the egg came first then so did i, reeling with that thick film of arithmetic that will whisper your body is holy from the things leftover; sentences souring against the beating that thugs could bring lost loves praying in an unlit temple for a few brighter places to kneel than this glorious hole the … Continue reading
there laying in an attempt to watch the air in your hand it is the memory of the name of the widest river you used to know that flows out first when you are promising that this my arms my legs my body swimming with yours is it all there is to recall though your … Continue reading
dear dear, in the thick legs of nights like these where i can hear the echoes upstairs beginning to get ready to go out, i wonder what space remains to be discovered? there are the usual stars that hang like the feet of dead men, the small caverns of the sea somewhere in someplace wet from the … Continue reading
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
with you i sometimes think of i thoughtless what will it be like to go where the gone goes what will happen to the dreams unaccomplished or conversations unfinished where will the people who i only met once in a dizzying array of sunflowers seen too little and subways seen too much find … 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
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