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wrapped up tight

there’s a haze at your edges tonight. I want to crawl inside it until the world is blurry and nothing has the same name, until the relentless force of weightless things has changed the shape of what I know. what I … Continue reading

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reflections on rainy streets

I’m singing, like a lost child’s tune, the sweetness it carries, the good it can’t do. and I say: please, not yet. and I say: we’re not through. and I love you, yes –  but the vultures are scouting this … Continue reading

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fuel like fire

there’s nothing left of what was. just handfuls now, almost-dust and never-enough. you hide them in boxes labeled “things I could love” only to bury them when winter comes. the steel-hard ground gives no comfort or thanks, instead demanding tribute … Continue reading

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don’t look now

eye and vein and heart and bone, a candle at midnight that calls all the shadows home. I am twisted and tall in your halls while goosebumps crawl and you stare at the walls. find me broken and curse me … Continue reading

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on taming words and soul retreats:

my words do not belong to me. they are imperfect, wild, creatures of the soul. they are snarling beasts and chattering magpies and taloned and fanged and improper. once born, they must be tamed, trained to carry messages to the … Continue reading

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never ever

the surface is always comfortable, clean. it beckons.  it whispers of good times, sunshine, name learning and freckle tracing and legend making. you think: it’s been long enough. you think: maybe I can go home again. a walk down the … Continue reading

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about you, about me

I am looking for myself in your pictures. A hint of my wild hair in the angle of your pencil line, the color of my freckle at the edge where your pen began to bleed. Here, you are always in … Continue reading

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