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it was not the loss of love of you that made me leave it was that i lost the love of me leaving always to where you were but mostly weren’t * meat tries for more than meat searching for something but there is nothing more than meat creating meat for meat later on … Continue reading
the flesh finds bone dried dreaming of lakes of you who is no more than handfuls of love and blood and tomorrow built in like the sky though you stretch bigger like snow melting though you retain your form which sometimes includes being broken by every day and mostly the days that don’t happen that … Continue reading
each sleep we rehearse the goodbyes of somehow not enough despite this night before where we wondered how we touched each other so deep with only these fingers that have been known to fumble and not know what to do next with the bra the brail the frail human soul stuck in our nails that … Continue reading
there are losers for whom everything will go right those who do not curse who have not spilled a drink in their life who cannot get sick who will never know what it means to watch a fat fly fall off the wall only for it to cling back on indifferently who will not go hungry … Continue reading
blooming beams beauty until we think that eventually it too will suffocate the space and have no where to stretch except onto itself consuming the limbs that once gave it reach to you in hopes of help from this eventual devastation spring begins again without a bounce * when i have nothing left to lose … Continue reading
you are all of the universe summarized but still going unrelenting even after you are gone to stretch your hands into the baby of tomorrow holding hope and sunlight from the dark inside that will one day reign reflecting you again the rain and the bow the colours and the black and those that stare … Continue reading
you will never touch me for i am a universe and i am everywhere except sometimes in i looking at you wondering where you have gone and why there is this space left between us * you will need to know yourself for so much remains not understood including this including yourself including all of … Continue reading
at last this first lending itself to a second second though you have dined full of emptiness and the paradoxes of making sense the listlessness of it of explaining it of talking about talk and how it isn’t much of how which you are told is hi in another language which you never learnt in … Continue reading
i promised to i and the i in her that sits at the rim of her mouth swinging and drinking slurping my words back in silence that only a dead bird knows how to sing that i would never let her fly away again for there is no room for carry-on or the life packed away … Continue reading
The following was inspired by Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art” which in some ways feels like a lone loan into herself, or maybe me. * The arts of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Spring will wilt first, then … Continue reading
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