Tagged: attachments

at the edge of mid-

at the edge of mid-
night, we cling to each other
more tightly than a

sinner to his gods – not until
dawn’s early light do we repent


reflecting on the

reflecting on the
impermanence of it all, i
will not endeavor

to stick around longer than
rationed by time, seek attachments

i know, and now you

i know, and now you
know, how this will go –
there will be
one week when i will
be indecisive about emptying
the wicker trash bin in the
bedroom, months when i
will avoid vacuuming
one or two corners of the
apartment for fear of
erasing you, a year or
five may go by before i
walk down that street
or head to the cloisters
again, and still, there
will be pockets within
, here and there,
when i will, without so
many words, bump into
the feeling the last time…
was with you
over and
over, until you become
like a fragrance from
lifetimes before

winter is a sharp

winter is a sharp
tool, scoring deep grooves
into our senses, so that
when we finally arrive home,
take off our shoes,
we slip and press into
each other with greater
ease, more
stickiness. imperfection
is a fail-safe for
perfecting attachments

to tell the truth, as soon

to tell the truth, as soon
as i have settled into
the wait at the gate,
boarding pass in hand,
homeward bound,
i am split into two –
one in anticipation,
with joy, the other,
already in the future,
sitting at another
gate, heart
untangling the
strings that keep
pulling me
home, taut with
renewed longing –
waiting to be whole

departures are slow

between midnight and

between midnight and
sunrise, there’s an automatic
thawing of the heart –

some prefer never to soften,
others await morning’s wings