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in a room light as a wing and lighter than a sunbeam, i found the place unaccomplished dreams go. it was early. i had just risen. you were beside me, wearing a deep red and the generous morning. your eyes were a brilliant shade of just right and please don’t look away. you smiled. said … Continue reading
i will admit that this writing is no good and the bits before were worse. this is the most i can do now: admit again, repeat it once more, spit out that i am worried i have dried. it didn’t take long. first, i could not hear the slow shadows tickling toes. then the language … Continue reading
here in the small stop of your love, i tried to know your sorrow. how many deaths could you take in a day? what made you stumble forward into the sun? you’d sit molting on old animal leather and i’d whisper that i had help in my hands. not much, you’d remind. on weekends, it … Continue reading
near naked on nights very much like this i am reminded that sometimes i still wish you were around. all wrong again, dressed in a sloppy death, telling me that the moon wasn’t so far away if you just closed your eyes to forget where it was, that there was a way to bridge the … Continue reading
i think i am supposed to tell you i am sorry, but i forget the words. not what they are; how to say them. where the b doesn’t look so pregnant with desire and the i isn’t disconnected from a circle that includes you. there i am, on the outside, a crescent moon birthmark on … Continue reading
you said that he was love, that he was tough too, that he would teach you the soft poetry you could use in a knife fight. there was some blood. it was inevitable of course. he was a dog person. big pit bulls. those that would bark at you but coo under him. he said … Continue reading
how many more times can i love you, can i listen to your laughter calling my name. i am in the green, dressed in it, wearing it in its first forms and words. the pants ride up. the socks look like roots. you tell me how you are lucky to see me as i am, … Continue reading
you will first come to understand her. you will begin to look across the room for her. you will hold her head like night nestles the stars, tired from being the only light that cracks through. you will tell her that she is the only her. you will love her. you will buy her things. … Continue reading
so it was love and now what it is isn’t bad either standing in a stuck room waiting for lights listening to a door explaining that the only real thinking left to do is in your dreams seeing morning crawl over what used to be a mountain but now is a mall … Continue reading
i will admit to you only that this is not the life i wanted to live that i toiled in poetry i could never learn to write that there was a story that would require no more to be read i did not voice that often i was too loud too quick to judgment including … Continue reading
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