greeting goodbye for a fake hello Reaching the point where I am. Out. I’m out. Unlike your ex, I won’t call for your couch. I am not a species designed to shout. 36 years and I’ve never once slouched. Don’t think I’m sad. Or even. Hurt. Walking In shadows; all that I had. Do you think If I felt, I would continue talking ? Don’t have to close two eyes. Only one. Wink. Your memory failed us. Waving white flag. You induce numb while I...
breakfast he tastes like vodka and cigarettes and morning. with the softest secrets between our balanced exchange of ask and command, today begins - setting another scene. i watched him sleep and listened to him breathe, flickering eyes, speaking whispers in dreams. the moment you find your way to believe. hold faith in your heart and know what it means. there were rain clouds where the sun should have been, a cobalt grey sky and cool autumn...
Taste of Fall September tastes like apple cider in New York City. I walked through Central Park in 5am darkness that pricked with the first bite of winter’s warning. Not as hard as what was said last night. No one goes to the park this early. There’s me, a clan of serial joggers, a few cyclists and a couple of homeless people. I’m here because I have dogs. I have dogs because they get me out of the house. And it’s important for me to get...
less than (24 hours) i explained. change. like fall. collapsed says foolish history cannot sustain this real love. past habit hits and inane tidbits. useless chips digging. with sharp nail scratch. this surface funnels. flashes. recede. throw what you can’t hold. time. never. it counted to me.
how we keep (stay) you see. when he and i combine it is like tidal wave pulling and pushing and grabbing and wet. i stay. remain starts to be a style. my midtown hips his brooklyn hits; swelter methods evaporate flames when we are t(w)o- gether. gathering rise and sets. methods i keep him. sun up, sun down. cyclic circle moving each time he slaps in- side with just me. we stay. private. secret retaining with one. remaining. "Got some dirt...