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I am convinced all the good poetry has been written and all I’m left with is describing your lip hair as it points like a hesitant hedgehog afraid to show its blonde quills for fear they won’t protect you from someone like me who will spend their lifetime describing your lip hair as a light … Continue reading
I’m told I have eremophobia which I don’t understand and the psychologist waves his hands to tell me it is a complicated word that means that I am afraid of being alone and I try to say the word that is clunky and poky and rips my tongue out to slip through the gaps in … Continue reading
There are three types of silence: the first is when there is nothing to say and the next is to say nothing and both are said here in the third type which is writing words for her though she’ll never read them * Writing’s an attempt to apologize for not knowing what to say when … Continue reading
All the cities look the same under the rain and so do I driving the interstate-94 with bugs tired of light and trying to blat it out with their bodies until they find the aerodynamics of my front window and me looking outside it at the lonely road in front with signs of penalties for … Continue reading
She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading
Days double in youth and half when old and now I’m in between the constancy of then and then, a scatter of twenty odd years doing a scatter of twenty odd things for a scattering of twenty odd reasons, hoping for days to stop altogether so I can rest or live and not be afraid … Continue reading
An old woman feeds pigeons and the pigeons feed her with company when everyone else just walks by and tries to avoid the pests to not get feathers or shit or both on their clothes but soon the pigeons have their fill and she is left with crumbs and even those leave eventually in wind … Continue reading
A friend and their Other had a mature breakup so as to make her a Friend though not mine, which he told me he was very happy with while he kept checking his phone and finding again and again a truth written in a language he did not understand, like if he tried to explain to … Continue reading
You tell me that if you love something then let it go but my neglected goldfish would have other words when it is gurgling toilet water and so would I under the same care, but you don’t understand either of us * The shadow doesn’t share itself with darkness; it is gulped like a tongue … Continue reading
Am I good looking, the smoke coughs while I click through leathered bags of flesh that can be pounded and still rebound and she undresses and redresses in front of a dirtied mirror which is just sand ground up into her and she is ground up into me later on when I’m less soft and … Continue reading
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