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the middle stanza

the subway sea chugs on while i snorkel air from the outside wondering what fish i’ll smell this time and whether its just me soaked with this place and its people who gasp scream for help i’m drowning i can’t swim there was just too much to do i was always so busy so full … Continue reading

an equestrian riding a dog

only once it dries do fish notice water * organs sing a note of health and reorganization of my body towards it without me remembering that there is no better job at reshuffling than cancer * i imagine the first time someone said hello the receiver felt just as sad to have to invent a way … Continue reading

chores

broken and breaking he bleeds he onto me through transparent blood that hasn’t yet breathed his life and that blocks his breath now in sobs of i could’ve done better you see i could’ve been someone if i only did see and you hadn’t been and i want to tell him that i barely feel … Continue reading

air jordan

life and death is a kissing curse where one sees the universe in reverse from closed to open with a child knowing adult unknowing aged knowing there is no more than unknowing as all spreads too far away * does the doctor see death in my eyes or just his own reflected through empty, black … Continue reading

pre-cambrian post-apocalypse

meteors will collide safety pins will poke relationships will fail and before and after the small, hand-worn apocalypses that make you let go and make dinosaurs extinct you’ll only ever find you finding you and inside a hope that you are enough for you for everyone else has died from the meteors or the pins … Continue reading

all birds are caged always

when bad times come keep writing when rejected from a journal keep writing when you feel like you can’t keep writing keep writing and maybe you’ll find that all anything amounts to is that good feeling of acceptance deep in you like a word you haven’t found yet but will if you keep writing * … Continue reading

sky spit

there is a point when you are young and find no point in growing old besides the answer itself which leaves you with words you spent time learning only to later learn that they aren’t true and true isn’t true and and isn’t and and is isn’t but also is sometimes particularly as you age … Continue reading

whisky sour

i held the baby in my hands life breathing life but it was slippery or i was both of us nervous to meet meat it slipping onto the floor not wanting to be picked up like thanksgiving turkey i am hungry where’s the knife i am starving where’s the fork i have never eaten a … Continue reading

kicking for elbow room

love when you go don’t * i spent time trying to change your mind that i forgot how long ago it was since i changed my own   i think it was when i met you and promised me that i’d never let go even if now came when you wished there would be no … Continue reading

the grand crevice

at ninety i feel like i’ll finally understand how to live only to not be able to live with understanding and all i misunderstood * we have other nights together to try to renew the first night that brought on these * i see my life from a distance on a cliff that i hang … Continue reading