May 2012
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I grabbed her by her waist on one side and slung one her of arms across my shoulders by the back of my neck and we stumbled down towards the sound of the beach hoping to catch the last ferry back. One problem with this was that the whole town sounded of the beach and we found ourselves walking in a circle. There were birds everywhere and even one seagull swooped down to pick a fight with my...
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the yellow sink houses a quartet of frogs and below my bed, crickets meet. gossiping hummingbirds and troops of bees stir into the air a current of buzz, unmatched by electricity. elephants cross my bed en pointe and a horse’s mane drapes over my chest. dying moths spiral down against the starlight whispering — I’ve called late on gentle sleep.
You have got to live, she says and she’s pounding on my chest just as the birds came to land on the naked branches. It’s so obvious. Isn’t it? We have all got to live but we can’t do anything but.
She’s hitting me like I don’t understand. She starts to talk about all the pressures: the colors of her skirts, the weight of her mother and her depression, the...
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I do not know what is wrong sometimes and when I do it is much worse.
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♫ I had a dream this morning where I married a tall brown eyed girl and she was a year older than me but the difference was negligible. We drove off from the wedding towards our new home and while I was fiddling with a radio to get it to turn on, she touched my shoulder and reminded me of my interview. At this point I lost control of the car and it bounced off other cars and ramp edges and trees...
sadness and love both being infinite and very much like each other I shouldn’t forget happiness though that is infinite too even if infinite shouldn’t be contained in a bulging rumbling ready to explode mem- brane of a second or a day but all three being very infinite and expa- nding out to cross and intersect each other beyond moments some- where outside of our small finite bodies and...
she was hit by a car flew and burst in the air into momentary instances of bunches of flowers each hair of a second sprouting oleander, lily, daises, deep and light tulips that filled space/time for only sadly brief moments replacing her body to a bevy of scents, colors, bended lights until it was her body again. &trickling through the night she lovingly landed on our doorsteps as the first...
About last year: I wonder if L. should’ve warned me about her feelings for me the day she left her boyfriend with the others out on the patio and then came into the kitchen where I was cutting open a watermelon and she broke off a piece with her fingers, fed it to me, and pressed her ears on my throat to hear me swallow the watermelon. //again we’re doing this again but it...
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bone shade clouds froth and fumble up high to scatter a sullen drizzle but the speed of the wind picks up and explodes little bits of cool splatter, she wants to go faster faster so she spits her gum to the side towards me and speeds off while smiling and I stand on my bike pedals and pump with pace of joy filled ferocity, we rocket past a sheen of salty drizzle, fine drops of ocean misting before...
all summers came with kneed regret like shy bullies finding a way to say sorry by the chain-link fence with the stuck-on gum and little red ribbons
‘cuz we’ve got the sun and we’ve got this city and we’ve yet to realize the too-many things about life
because because, you’ve saved me for one more summer stuck on the pages of comic books with the never-silent that...
the things I learn waking up with you:
how you gracefully
pick up my shirt from the floor with your toes
then rise en pointe
without your shoes
and gesture with a soft curl of fingers towards
the clock
above my head telling me
I’ll be late
the seconds are just counting away
but I don’t move
because the numbers
don’t matter
like the words
don’t matter
...
sara is translated indigenous poetry removed of her language and wearing no clothes unadorned without the hip flattering dress shed of the blouse that cut the V deep down from her neck and now naked without her make up watching me with her tiny faint eyebrows licking the soft tone lips that fade like the fog and nothing to cover the scar on the back of her leg she stands just as body moving in a...
I’ve no place for time. It is runny like an egg yolk and grows and shrinks like a voice. Where do you keep a thing like this when it is gifted to you every birthday and it fills up your room making it too stuffy to sleep in and sometimes it even turns so tiny that you’re left exposed with nothing to cover yourself with? You can’t grab it but you can cup it like water but...
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Flemming on the rock by the lake crouched down with arms hugging his shins before he started teaching and working and driving and even before he would guess what his piano teacher really did when she gripped his thin pubic hair and looked up and told him to shut up as he was trying to recite a poem about love (she was closer to his age then than ever when she buried her nose between his legs and...
