when the woman in my music box dances me to sleep on soundless nights, my dreams stand stretched in arabesque. long, slender stories, alabaster lulled into being by a ballerina’s song – balanced and balancing – but when the jingle slows, softens to match the soundlessness of my bedroom, my dreams lose their footing […]
Read more...and now i feel as how i felt before words on record players lassoed the air between our lips, lifted from the disc and strung our breaths together – this was months ago. and I am just as confused just as lost perhaps not as ready to open my mouth again, because this record […]
Read more...petty excuses have piled up over overuse, they made sense at the time, ringing around and bound into this wooden crutch held tight under my armpit. it’s splintering under my weight it has been overused, i hadn’t measured how much, and now my shoulder is beginning to bruise a nasty brownish blue- even my body […]
Read more...imagine the elegant suffocation the poignancy in crouched limbs, stemmed necks intertwining in curious proximity, where personal space is a feature of political correctness deemed unnecessary and exhaustive in such a progressive flower pot. greens curls around greens, and flowers lie lazily across each other’s petals because in such an […]
Read more...i nestle my toes beneath a quilt of powdered rock and i am remembering; feel a cool breeze rustle the hairs on my burnt neck and remembering; arch my back and bathe my ears in the wind, this pregnant silence, minutes and years in labor, but silence played while the clock was made, and the […]
Read more...and then test my skepticism with a Love poem like Shahid’s refugee tasting debris of Belief on his tongue if Love, /ləv/, is anything other than a cultural object systematically sculpted by a social world to sell Twilight alongside Faulkner, if Love precedes Hallmark and candied almonds and a false motive for growing old, […]
Read more...We shake hands in accordance of priority, you and I, (academic, professional, of relative importance) and time slips into an ellipsis as we paint words between us. priorities seem irrelevant as emotion befriends word (allow one to define the other), innovation sculpted in the throat and hung in rows of blank sheets under the shade […]
Read more...the music does not pacify my shaking hands, the tea does not sooth the tremors in my chest, moving in opposition to silent thoughts – the metallic taste of loss, permanence, pool beside the walls of my mouth, form waves against a silent tongue. your screenplay lays coffined in its purple folder on my bookshelf […]
Read more...a painting glaring with animated hatred from your side of the room * it’s been a couple centuries and a handful of seconds since we’ve seen daylight * when three tiny lines are not nearly enough to sculpt you into words
Read more...Keep count; how many bricks must creak loose from this temple before these hands begin a massacre and crumble it to debris? The inching threat of this slaughter, crescendo rumbling from the palm, anticipation for chaos to revoke chaos has infected the fingers, parasitic, consuming to the nail, inevitable, in a steady countdown.
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