Tagged: age

in the end, memories

the right words cost an

the right words cost an
arm and a leg – no one warns
you when you are just

starting out. it takes decades to
roll them out appropriately
.
20170515:2237
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the heart, troubled, can

the heart, troubled, can
fool itself and companion
organs to help speed
its demise. it’s a lose-
lose situation, stretching to
compensate, stretching
to compensate –
in the end, our
bodies are altogether
witness, criminal, and
location of a drowning
.
20170323:2215
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between thirty-four

between thirty-four
and forty-eight, we are
celebrating birthdays
in the east village
tonight, stringing the
eighties to the nineties
from the jukebox in
the corner. most of us
will become more
repetitive with
time – for now, we
will rely on
booze and song
.
20170217:2359
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for six months, Citi

for six months, Citi
has been sending me
embossed invitations to
increase my credit
limit, courtesy of
age and the dental
bills that accompany
a life of chewing none
too thoughtfully. with
a bit of wear and
tear, the texture
becomes quite
delicious, that familiar
corporate-identity-
blue (Pantone 288)
laced across the
buttercreamy envelope,
like icing on a cake –
my fingers are
just as dirty
.
20170123:2305
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there are reminders

there are reminders
that we are no longer what
we were, coming home

on time, late, never early. there
are reminders we are the same
.
20170112:2144
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either everything

either everything
matters, or none of it matters –
you asked me if i

can smell the pine from here, i’m
already back home with you
.
20170110:2218
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