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i suppose that i wish to see you again when the times are less chaotic when there is enough to drink when there isn’t a catch when there is if only we catch up recalling how much we used to see each other even when drunk especially when there as chaos naked and burping and … Continue reading
usually you let yourself in to a door you swore you would paint to arms you said needed tattoos to a pattern starting with your shoes dripping on to a recently vacuumed mat like a body out of water on the hottest summer day where one can feel their childhood baking back into … Continue reading
the following is the word to describe a cookie when it is already chewed, salivated, and lobbed in your throat, blocking the word. * we are whenever we are we are wherever we are we are whatever we are however we are we not much longer * my parents made me how … Continue reading
i no longer think of you which is to say i do and wanted to say you again which is to say i say it too much like when i remember the sunlight weeping across your hands on the first day we laid together in a garden filled with flowers that never grew like when … Continue reading
the following is isn’t * living in sunlight only yesterday how distant is it from today’s gray tomorrow it is forecasted to be worse by people who wish i watched more often to the sun to the clouds to those who are already looking at both wondering when rain will come before … Continue reading
how many memories have you lost already those where no one leaves you where you were afraid everyone would where you are naked for the first time in front of me like a failed simile or a lonely pier during a storm where there were no good goodbyes but no bad ones either where … Continue reading
now and then i see you in places we never visited but that i am sure you would like with very bitter coffee and very dark chocolate and where there is a song we both haven’t heard yet but we will look for frantically without success until years after in yet another yellow room after … Continue reading
don’t you miss the days of knowing how to get back here to the poured place where birds warn against the morning’s warm slaughter and the crowds sigh against the other team’s score and what of those atoms scratching at my window to see me late at night thinking of no more than a bundle … Continue reading
i the solitary destruction a single hair from a hijab knows i the alone that can’t be hurt by you i the one you showed the breathe of winter lazy with the warmth of spring i a song sung by the last species of a beautiful bird born for waste i … Continue reading
i am worried that all the poems have gone and now they reside somewhere you don’t in the bareness of a page not yet written an idea not yet materialized a life that is spent trying to make it seem less trying and more living as i did with you when i did not need … Continue reading
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