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
perhaps justice is
performative, waiting for
a primed audience
.
20210420:2132
y
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
