Tagged: break-up

when we finally

when we finally
fragment, the spirit
will lift
lightly, stretch
and curl new
muscles created
only for this springing
away
, a small
push
into the unknown
.
20140504:0806
y

i can count on one

i can count on one
hand the times my
vision became
the rim of that
toilet bowl and
nothing more –
a sign of municipal
rejection – my own
body breaking
up with me
.
20130912:0900
y

in the early

in the early
stages of
dismissal, we
covet our
bruises
like
badges – no rubbing
alcohol
here – secretly
trading one
affirming
weakness
for another
.
20100905:1928
y