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Untitled 12.01.12
because we don’t acknowledge time we can say that this is one long day and every sorrow, fear, each hesitation, every misstep, hurt misunderstanding is a second, nothing more imperceptible among the ever-reaching hours we have filled with light and grace and every touch, each smile every step we take together through the centuries we’ve…
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End of November
you can’t make this stuff up (i mean you could with a little imagination and if you drank just the right amount of cheap, cold beer before you settled in to think but it wouldn’t be real then and this is) -as real as it gets without shoving over to the other side where it…
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November Nine 202 AM
“I think I’m getting better,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked. “My head,” I said. “Oh,” he said, “Yes.” And I believed him, because that’s what I do these days. I still need him to keep the light off sometimes I breathe better in the dark and sometimes every word is forced…
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planet.
under this blackbright sky i was in your hands. i held the scent of fire under my tongue it made me high it made me sleep it made me what was that you said? our words are mumbles, something like dreams half-awake, forgotten what was this. we are hazy filters layered over an already pitch-perfect…
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rot.
what if one day our hands didn’t match if, while walking they didn’t draw together magnetic what if your fingers didn’t recognize mine? what if one day we shared a seat without resting our feet on each other or my head finding that place just to the left of your shoulder that seems to remember…
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The Epic Battle Between Bassist and Insect (That was really neither epic, nor a battle)
It’s not a secret that beloved doesn’t like insects. He will kill them, and I believe he actually enjoys the process, when the electric bug-zapping fly swatter is charged. It is not charged at the moment, and herein lies the problem. We have errands to run today. Beloved was going to take a shower first,…
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on time
both of us linked by invisible wires and lines that snaked through the air across town agreed there is no time it held us there. early morning tying shoes and searching for lost unmentionables we cursed it breathed its name like an epithet wove it in with all the rest of the words you shouldn’t…
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1207 am, the day before the seventh
if there is an end to this it is past my field of vision i am blinded by the truth that rests in silence and in waiting for the lock to turn the light to creep in gently through the open door the curtain stirring briefly before lying back again and your hand against my…
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Reminiscing on Late Nights
Late at night, mind burnt from trying to make time and money stretch much further than they possibly can; weary, exhausted from the effort of trying, I stretch out beside him on the bed, my head resting just below his knees, feet angled out away from his head. I need to do the laundry, wash…
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