Tagged: choice

perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
20170502:0738
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last night, with one look,

for fear of being

for fear of being
terrified, i make
small waves, swim
away from the edge
and back, as though i could
possibly get the hang
of it, run directly into
indiscretions for a touch
of normalcy, a stretch of
distraction.
and still,
i amass all
the words in my
throat so that
they have to choose
whether to be
malignant
or benign. i smile
and say all the important
things because they cover
up other important things,
i pirouette when poked,
try not to make more
friends than i have to
.
20170222:0802
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being anchored to

i still choose

i still choose
you daily –
wake up, check
the weather,
put on your
love, first
left brain,
then right brain,
draw it
all the way down
my lungs
over my heart – it is
a pullover kind of
accommodation,
and there are days
when i am like
a child, looking
for every excuse
to peel it off,
feel something new
.
20170103:2233
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it turns out that we

it turns out that we
all do it – the people with
whom we choose to have
a beer or four, well
into the night, post-
inauguration, whether
commiserating or
celebrating, are
stunningly
like us, in the ways
that make us all
weaker,
as we prop
each other up
.
20170121:1115
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knowing that you are

knowing that you are
somewhere close and
just maybe
ridiculously
happy should be
an enduring
pursuit, heart
paying close
attention to
heart, mind choosing
to stay intoxicated
.
20170108:1810
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