Tagged: bookmark

we will lose our place

we will lose our place
in the middle of each other’s
stories, again and

again – be my bookmark, and
i’ll be yours, let’s turn the page
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: bookmark

here are the corners

here are the corners
that corner me, still –
i keep these
moments dog-
eared, already
yearning to return
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: return

in two-hundred-and-

in two-hundred-and-
eight universes, our paths will
cross on the seventh

floor, fingers idly bookmarking
pages, waiting for a subplot
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: idly

new chapters arrive

there are chapters of

there are chapters of
my heart that require
fried chicken – yes,
i am asking you
to forgive me
for these dog-eared,
oil-stained pages –
they are most delicious
.
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let’s hide

let’s hide
between
the pages of this
bookmarked
moment, be
stuck
for at least
one story
to each other
.
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y

i leave traces like you

i leave traces like you
wouldn’t believe –
a mug on the kitchen
counter, an uncapped
pen between silent
pages, a receipt
for sheet music
tucked in my Spring
coat pocket – when
pressed for time, i
am a bookmark
handholding the
story
until it’s
ready to move on
.
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i am indexing

i am indexing the
moments when
you said
yes
– pages two,
three, and twenty-
three, on a Tuesday
most likely,
maybe a
Thursday, too,
let us bookmark
May third
.
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it is closest to a Choose-

it is closest to a Choose-
Your-Own-Adventure,
when you find yourself
facing a third or fourth
wicked breakup.

if you decide to put up a fight,
turn to page 2.

if you decide to walk away,
turn to page 6.

with absolute choice
removed, and all of your
fingers tied up in
bookmarking only
the good parts, what
remains is doom after
doom after doom
.
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it is always

it is always
easier to bookmark
your heart when
the story is still
very much
alive.

with just twelve
days under
my belt, i am
still walking into
each day, stunned,
as if it were an
unmarked chapter
folding me in
as i fumble
my way out,
storyless
.
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