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A journey feels shorter on the way back, which is why a break up may only take seconds after many years. * How befuddling it is to know enough that you are not enough to be enough for enough people, or maybe just one, which includes yourself on days when laundry lines look like ghosts … Continue reading
Lipstick of cigarette smoke isn’t so destructive if she’s smiling and if you mistake the yellow in her teeth for the sun. * Love is yesterday’s unwashed mouth kept for today and reserved for the sloppy saliva of tomorrow. * A relationship depends on not depending on a relationship but instead on the ability to … Continue reading
I had a poem but I forgot it inside your mouth. Years later, when I crumbled into cookies and from them too and when the sun fell more often than it rose and when my hair slipped to gray to nothing, I’m told you spat it out as vomit. * A sun collapses over … Continue reading
If you fit human history into a poem you find that anything that has happened has happened because of love and anything that didn’t was because of love too, which leaves you wondering who made you write the poem in the first place. * 3 am creeps finding me lonely in bed listening to the … Continue reading
Poetry is sad and starving for everything is left in the barenaked spaces of the lines that flirt and twist each other’s hair into knots that can only be combed out with long kisses and shared breaths and deep, sweet sighs yet the next line comes too quick and tearing, leaving the knot untied and the … Continue reading
She looks down as I leave not seeing that I look up and notice that the white birch in her living room with its fake birds glued on the branches, stuck and immobile, and its fallen leaves swept away and the rest left dusty, bends away from the sunlight. * My mouth is dry while … Continue reading
The following was published in Incite, December 2013, during their time theme. It’s loud nonsense. * “Shouldn’t we be dead?” “Maybe we already are?” “I don’t think so.” “What do you mean?” “Well, I mean, I’m here, wherever that may be, and you’re there, wherever that may be.” “You sound so far away, though.” “So do … Continue reading
I have lost a train for I never built a track – Only a tunnel that ate up the light inside. * I birth universes from the biggest bangs and the smallest ones too. I create us with our poems, stories, and books. I shape art for future generations for my shape is art of … Continue reading
Dear dear, The Universe will die one day. I don’t know what that day will look like, particularly for a Universe like this with its buzzing and building and destroying bit by bit. I can imagine that it won’t be so unfamiliar, however. It’ll come very much on a day like today where a sun … Continue reading
Dear dear, Love’s a hard bargain. Out of billions upon billions of people, of which you’ll only meet a few, out of the millions upon millions of those who live in the country you inhabit, of which you didn’t have much say in, out of the thousands upon thousands who you see daily, of which … Continue reading
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