what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as i can endure the playback save every voicemail not that hers isn’t comforting in the present but just in case doll or babe just in case a way that i […]
the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to nodd my jaw has less to shake the dead ends discarded to the floor some strands sticking to my soft sweater to be cast later with an enchantment spell i […]
write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing our volcanos over the dining room table past past now pssst gratefulness oh yeah i forgot that i am lucky. greatness truly. better to have loved and lost…ok but truly. […]
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath! the “honey” helps me to let go not wanting to you are my solid.
is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would say these days when favoritisim has no force but neither do flashing lights or this perfect view chasing in circles and triangular dimensions sprinklers soaking stone instead of lawn the […]
you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love for you is wrapped in the strangeness of patterns and rhymes decadent meals and annual martinis our spontaneous brush strokes a good cackle cry on the screened in porch confessions of […]