Tagged: ache

this morning’s elbows

this morning’s elbows
wake up sour, waiting for me
to give them a new

placement in the randomized
assignments of limbs on bed
.
20210811:0525
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listening to old

listening to old
taiwanese songs in mom’s kitchen,
reaching towards an

old ache, real and imagined,
melancholy in our bones
.
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perhaps when we add

perhaps when we add
up all of our privileges,
it makes sense that we

can spend an afternoon, aching
with an indefinable pain
.
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saturday, you were

saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every

door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
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there are aches in my

there are aches in my
body i can no longer
ignore. every year

we grow older, a new trail
of bread crumbs beckons us home
.
20180116:0120
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to iron out a

to iron out a
stubborn wrinkle requires time,
a night of snow, a

whistling teapot, enough
layers to shake loose the ache
.
20171218:1537
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on day eighty-five,

on day eighty-five,
doubt looks too familiar,
perhaps closer to

day sixty, smiling like thirty,
naïve like eight, aching like one
.
20171114:1622
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remember that year

remember that year
when we lost so
many… was the
joy ever worth
the long
aches afterwards?
everyone tries
these words
in their mouths
many times before
spitting them out.
they’re unswallowable
by any muscles
so the human spirit
keeps taking the bait
.
20170429:2327
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it is getting to

it is getting to
the point that we are waking
up more often than

not, having slept wrong, there is an
unidentifiable ache
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, we
deal with sudden
pain the only way we know
how – Vivienne, screaming
at the top of your
fifteenth-month-old
lungs for ten minutes
at a quarter to two
makes as much
sense as any
while the rest of us lie
achingly still
in the dark, perhaps
hoping to be picked up
.
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