direction (of diving)

direction (of diving) patterns of vision. luster combustion. this light. off of him. onto him. this pace slowing head turning stop where you realize that the two of you did not cease. running. i escaped and he turned. i stopped. and i never pause to stand in one place. i keep the pull of the moon and sun’s heat in the palms of my hands. he felt hot to me. like something individual to fit a space unknown as vacant. heart swell casting. thrown...

tides of together

tides of together i met him. another. morning after the other before another; because men? they (just) simply again and again and again. so… i looked up and he was down. do you really know what it takes being (?). he stole a piece of me. too long ago. now to recall back then. nevermind. an ocean-eyed, outerspace mind standing on the corner. looking for me. to not walk downstairs even though it is repetitive. it repeats. like the way i thrash...

greeting goodbye for a fake hello

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

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

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...
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