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Does a bat that is missing a wing hear the echo of the second off the rebound of the first after it is ripped off by a bird? Does it hear the scrunch-scrunching of itself in another? Does it listen for bugs who are there to support it, even if they don’t realize? Or does … Continue reading
Happiness relies on other people but unhappiness relies on other people more for with them and the friends they bring that inhale cigarette breaths, you’ll find you are not as happy as they may be and if you are, then they aren’t, and how sad is that, friend? * There is no issue that has … Continue reading
Stand in the middle of a main train station, loose count of all the lives you’ll never know and find out how few people know your life despite the little while you stood at the centre of theirs. * Everyone thinks of suicide daily for to not would be to admit they are not living and … Continue reading
We used to kiss to say all we could, now we kiss because it is all we can say, an attempt at filling the bare gap in between us with nothing more than us and the empty words rolled on each other`s blunt tongues. * How lovely to desire a few pounds of flesh that … Continue reading
My swimming instructor drowned, leaving me stranded and wondering what technique I had spent perfecting would make me sink. * A beginning poet will always write about love. An experienced poet will always write about lost love. And a poet at the last lines of their life will always write about the love that made them … Continue reading
There is something in the way we stretch when a subway is empty that may be the closest we get to contentment found in the in between of then and now, where we are and where we need to go, and where, too, we can go if we got off here instead of there. * Ecstasy is … Continue reading
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
Write me a letter and I’ll see a dictionary of you and I in between the dear and period that is the first in English that goes on when after the end in my reply and in the lack thereof. * I wasted my hands wrangling this poem and your neck. * People read poems to get … 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
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