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i am convinced one day these strangers will think they know me in their momentary, monumental dissatisfaction that made me dilute here in an attempt at concentration that which connects us which i believe is no more than disconnection and the time that has gone before we realize it and wish to tell someone though … Continue reading
have you ever considered that perhaps you deserve this devastation that you’ve earned the disaster like a caterpillar thick with the leaves of trees that will one day stem again emypting out of their bellies perhaps into your hands strung out as butterflies against the light that burrows into held darkness to die * i … Continue reading
reading myself again i have the unrelenting desire to kill that man but he is long since dead not with the smells of a forest captured but a single lonely tree long since forgetting what it felt like to touch the sun spread in your red rolling eyes * you take what you can give because … Continue reading
i have given birth to myself three times though each was a premature laugh away from becoming a caterpillar that mistook itself for a moth or perhaps the white cotton dress it blended into after million years of evolution in the wild contained eventually in a closet of the woman who will wear it with a … Continue reading
when i was done with death i got up and sailed to the sea where there are bodies still not found still moving among the dead channels that will power televisions one day with laughter of a family fit into a couch till a green arm that knows no better after selecting a particular sofa and coming to … Continue reading
who are these people with their eyes closed comforted in the exhaustion of every day found in the yawning mouths of the subway who are these couples with bags off to other countries, who have packed essentials for moments that maybe i would include myself and yet who carry on without me who are these … Continue reading
Haven’t all the sonnets been written yet? There’s a game on, I’m told. The Blue Jays are flapping off the branches of old syrup-dried trees while the enfolding flowers are dying outside. I am inside now, shivering and cold and wondering if there is mold in the wooden room, whether it points to the North, … Continue reading
it was a lonely dirt path that was lost for a long while but that led curved and cornered to an ocean that was bent on slowly gobbling it away * after you all love will be plagiarized * we will be willed forever until the end which of course makes no sense but that … Continue reading
i still address the past like an old friend who does not remember me and the bits of i i left dressed in them and the stillness we shared once we moved apart * he needs love (i am him) (i am need) (i am love) * all you need is needing all of you … Continue reading
i suppose it was supposed to be me who loved you without much suppositions but i doubted i * all of us are going through too much and one day i am sure we will breathe easy like the summer until we remember that there were those unsure of these sun-steeped days and who … Continue reading
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