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dear dear, what does it mean to work? is your every day filled with meaning? do you mean to make it to the next day? are your coworkers mean? are hospitals demeaning? or is it all just mean, an average, a lump, a benign thing that takes the excitement of life and death alike? i … 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
against the longest winter even a struggling weed will be celebrated by sunlight when the snow is sloughed in the same way that love feels like melting like all things do eventually the pop you shouldn’t drink your family dog happy to see you the waters the moon the space between pulling your clothes off … 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
help i am alive which has been problematic since the beginning when it was said with floppy light that there was only life or death what about the in between what about the night moon wanting to caress your head what about those who wonder where all feelings come from and if they can … 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
bones buried in air the anatomist exhales deeply and describes how the vein loops into the spacelessness of breath where there is liquid now but emptiness then he goes on showing a figure of what it would’ve looked like if it didn’t look like this he goes on illustrating that the vein is … 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
must i whisper through this dark that you are the heavy light that sweeps through the tears of summer saying all we have all we are is an old cat boxed in by the smell of a new day promising that as long as it is alive it won’t forget what it was to be … Continue reading
more more than this you must give me more i am not armed for aimless love for the faded sundays under lazy fans the lukewarm spreading of a family dog the dispassionate mumbling between a blanket and duvet and the needless needing by tea left alone in the microwave i am equipped with … Continue reading
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