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is it the sad water of yesterday or the lack of it in today’s hydration that has me hung over the curl of a question mark in reverse, telling myself i’ll go on because i must, because i have been doing it this well this whole time. but i pause. what does it mean to … 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
the following is small but huge and still, somehow, average. * she left not because you weren’t enough but because she wanted less of you you were abundance the sun a lake summer but winter always arrives
the following is the aftermath of promising to never do poetry again. the following is also not poetry. * when was the last time you stopped measuring the length of now the instant between when things were figured out and when they were not how often you would say um not for a filler but … Continue reading
you must’ve known that there was a moment straddling laughter breathing in sunlight absorbing the cut grass of bugs and air where you were playing with your neighbourhood friends for the last time you maybe realized it when you were summed at 44 reigning in a lawn mower picking at your now ruined pants … Continue reading
i dreamed you alive, eating, slobbering and sitting there having albert einstein write a poem about your smarts. he started shaky, erased. nearly left. his hair fell on the table. he asked what of your lover? i laughed, your mouth was wide open too. he shook his head, knowing we didn’t understand. listen listen, he … Continue reading
i have thought of that dead writer one last time. i spoke to her softly, told her that her book has been read once more. not often or quickly. but during a summer long ago on a beach. the sun was right. the water was warm. and some of the parts were good even if … Continue reading
bali blew. a small explosion. locals said it was a thousand years in the making. you are only 26 and the sky is coloured dead. the moon is hidden. a mute gray enters my mouth. what am i to say now? you are watching the heart of the earth, listening to it tell an old … Continue reading
you told me to knock so i do. not too hard. you sleep light. few breathes have been known to flutter into being from your dreams. i remember when you told me one. the one of the good life. where you would be undressed save for mismatching socks. and there would be the food that … Continue reading
skeleton sparkling in the sun, what will i post today? will it be that you have never seen me so undressed so unblemished? that i fell in love with the bareness of the sidewalk this morning, but only from the safety of my 8th story window? that there was a girl because there always would … Continue reading
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