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It’s freezing this summer and there’s a hope that in the cold we learn to swim with our head floating above the ice or at least higher than the others who didn’t learn the lesson that it is best to better and best of all to be better than that * I’m in the shower … Continue reading
A bird sings songs after a shelling as though the air was still safe and my position in the trench dug out from mud and men wasn’t compromised by the bird’s chattering and its look-looking my way to see if I would attack it though I seem a friend and there’s been so much killing … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
I am writing the good book of us at last, long last, longer than our bookends lasted but just as good * The girls wore all that they couldn’t and I wore all that I could to try to get their attention but I was the absence of blindness in light; just another scene scurrying … Continue reading
How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
I have seen better days for there are better days to be seen; clearer, real, full days of blinding sun where we sit like a pimple for you to find out how much you need me and I find out how much I don’t * If I didn’t try to kill myself, I’d have never have … Continue reading
I’m sure I’m supposed to say something to the slobbery spit in front of me but I can’t remember the words even though they clap and holler and watch a smile crawl as the baby drools my name, or whatever it’s been digested down to like a magician’s trying to remember their first trick with worn, useless cards: … Continue reading
Water reflecting light like growing scabs I question whether she’s a peach with freckles or freckled with peaches that swallow her until a pit is reached with dangling feet above a summer dress and the ocean that pulls in her breath for what could be a tsunami on another day but instead is just her … Continue reading
Night bleeds stars when it is too early to come in and too late to go out so there are too many untold stories around including what happens tonight – or was it morning? * People say it is good to feel pain for there will be poems in misery but this is wrong: there is … Continue reading
When there is nothing left when the buildings bust and the sky shutters and the Universe is scattered like ants without a queen I would still have had you * I cut under my eyes to stop the tears and to colour a world so gray and dull with a sight so entirely mine that … Continue reading
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