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The train gurgles with people who gurgle to other people about their days, weather and the way in which the world works, which includes days and weather and me, sitting and looking and seeing what appears to be myself in someone else, the fried spaghetti for hair, the nose like a snail shell, the crust … Continue reading
He loves me like a mouth to a lame kiss that burns common sayings but leaves no mark for he, Mark as he’s known, makes no noise while caressing my hand and using the fleshy fold to pray that he will not ruin the bare moment. What have I done to deserve this? * The fossil … Continue reading
The privacy of a public space is explained in the shook-soup, lopsided love letter that you cannot read by the boy in front of you on the subway who wishes that the train would take him directly to her. * Shake, shake so much that the world will be embarrassed to be still. * I … Continue reading
What lies do we tell ourselves to tell ourselves to others, besides for the flaky truism that we are not lying to them, or to ourselves? * A subway rocks the modern lullaby for passengers who ooze and drool for a different parent that can be understood and changed and that is not stained with the sweat … Continue reading
Does a poet cut themselves into stanzas or do stanzas cut themselves into a poet? * I am on my knees in a dark closet just like before, where a man who could be disrobed tells me to look to the cross and pray that I change and change to prayer, so I do, chin … Continue reading
Gurgle ink, spit-shine paper, wash in the warmest black until fingerprints fill and hair clumps and lips leave marks like ash in a hearth that could be construed as the chronicles of cavemen, and hope no one remembers your stained teeth reflecting against the well. * Write something just for me that leaves a stranger hoping it was … Continue reading
The bench simmers of forgotten engineering hindsight and heat but the crossed-leg man does not move despite movement around for he is the type to ask you the time before he steals your watch, not to find if you wear a particular brand or if there is a well of gold on your skin but … Continue reading
A journey feels shorter on the way back, which is why a break up may only take seconds after many years. * How befuddling it is to know enough that you are not enough to be enough for enough people, or maybe just one, which includes yourself on days when laundry lines look like ghosts … Continue reading
Lipstick of cigarette smoke isn’t so destructive if she’s smiling and if you mistake the yellow in her teeth for the sun. * Love is yesterday’s unwashed mouth kept for today and reserved for the sloppy saliva of tomorrow. * A relationship depends on not depending on a relationship but instead on the ability to … Continue reading
I had a poem but I forgot it inside your mouth. Years later, when I crumbled into cookies and from them too and when the sun fell more often than it rose and when my hair slipped to gray to nothing, I’m told you spat it out as vomit. * A sun collapses over … Continue reading
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