Tagged: awake

we lose track, lose touch,

we lose track, lose touch,
can’t find our way back to one
another, stumble

towards purpose, meander
for a meaning, hands growing numb
.
20210818:0416
y

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
y

in the dream after

in the dream after
the dream that is just before
waking, we will meet

as if we knew each other in
past and future lives, not this one
.
20210505:2122
y

perhaps justice is

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, the air purifier
rages, its motor

working double time to catch
insomniac particles
.
20201123:0201
y

some memories are

some memories are
naturally heavier, sink
to the bottom just

a little faster, require
effort to dislodge, stay afloat
.
20200926:0555
y

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, drip, drip, drip – the brain
attaches itself,

logging on, tapping in, waiting
for the next awakening drip
.
20200920:1245
y

even now, in dreams,

even now, in dreams,
the gifts that made me swoon were
a fountain pen, some

clean sheets of paper, both hidden
away until they have aged
.
20200522:0412
y

on the morning

on the morning
after, there was less
light when we awoke
at five, right back to
unpacking after a
move, more
light in every
corner where boxes
continued to be
lost, then
found
, the same
amount of light
in our hearts, having
made it this
far, cityslicking
.
20200307:1836
y

this morning, the right

this morning, the right
elbow cancelled our date, asked
the fingers and arm

to pull the cover over its
skull, wished the rest of us well
.
20200201:0735
y