There was a place
Waiting inside of you
Waiting for you to crumble –
And as you died inside
And finally went to sleep –
Do you miss the emptiness
Fullness brought?
Or is the unknown passing
Of the endless desert night
Enough to still the pain?


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“Hobbies”

Softly things adapt
New horizons met
Evolution
Tenuous

Is this thing
Called love
When you
Can’t look away?

Open another page
A lifelong
Biography of
Connection

Touch my thoughts;
My, my mind
With your
Fantastical eyes

Smooth and incandescent
Words flit across the page
Always, always
We fight to engage.


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I would live in a world of sweet deduction
Where fingertips are splayed on the treacherous
Edge of consciousness, pressing blindly forward
Into paths unmarked by recognition or confidence;
Two fools together bound in one inquisitive body.

I would cross each barrier if only hope were given
To one or the other fool who so desires to be answered;
Though I know in reality all that’s there
Are awkward silences
And hands that do not wish to hold.


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You’d use all kinds of silly things
To determine compatibility

How many digits in your cell phone
Number matched his number

How easy it was to remember the code
How desperately you tried to remember his face

The next day


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a twinge
of broken glass
a fracture
across my
disbelief

he drips
down my hands
life is
dripping
down my hands

i am
what you
require

you
need
me

when his life
has stopped dripping
when the life
of this contracted
country
has stopped dripping
i will
no longer be
required

i am
what you made me to be
i am
no longer needed by you

but i
need to live

let me live
taking life for you
without meaning
i am no longer required

i have outlived my purpose…


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tattle-tale children in the wheat fields;
i remember that childhood, that sweet
innocence of youth, those times
when the sun never stopped shining

i know that when we part
our memories will hold on to us
no matter how desperately we try
to let them go

they cling like fungus, ruining
our perceptions; these memories
make us human, prove I am human
i cannot be human

not when your life
is dripping down my hands

goodbye memories

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