A long time ago.

May 30, 2013


Summer is Confusing

May 29, 2013

Posterity is such a good word,
it seems to evade everything.
A seed,

perhaps I’m taking issue.

I need to go outside of myself for a while.

North North North

May 21, 2013

Headed South,
the warmth of your mother’s lilac perfume still on my cheeks.

(the You is changing)

I am headed for your bed;
There is a deep pain.
I need your eyes as a mirror.
I need to hear that I am good.

Again & again,
in different routes, I round the block,
passing my fingers under all the low branches,
responding to the shuttering light.

(again the You is changing)

I still listen to the recording you sent me.
Again & again,
I can hear the tapping of your foot, and the piano opening…,
and the same emptiness in your fingers lingers every time.
Until the very end, when something clicked,
and it was too late.

Square Accounts

May 7, 2013

Thumbprints and all:

-as satisfying as a cold pear

-in the winter leaves turn brown

-there is so much temptation to exit

-did I say or do something hopeful?

-I’m just testing anyway

In summary:

A greedy little girl once came along,

and picked all the low hanging fruit the eye could see.

She made pies of plenty, plenty,
but they were bitter as could be.

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