Tagged: comfort

inside each waiting

inside each waiting
are small sachets of seasoned
waiting, provided

principally as a source
of comfort, preservation


allow us to go

allow us to go
first for a

first to call
it for what it is,
–isms, -ists, -phobias
and listen.
because unfailingly,
we are the firsts
to call it
for what it isn’t,
to call each other
out, the go-to tool
for those accustomed
to the short straw

we are closing in

in the shadows, we

this morning, before

this morning, before
heading out, i came
to the realization
that i am down to
only one repertoire.
even though you
identified five or six
keys within the range
in which you felt most
comfortable, it is
still the same song.
i am looking out
the window, playing
to the passersby, my
entire body hums

on days when i have to

on days when i have to
keep my chin up, i do
it, like one of those
chinstrap penguins,
climbing out of the
antarctic, ready to find
anything that resembles
a foothold on those steep
slopes. you are never
ready to hear this, i know
it, by the way you smile
so innocently, try out
jokes to conduct the most
favorable light. i make
the decision for you,
yes, sorry, just like that,
you are not allowed
to comfort me, i keep
my chin up, helmet on, look
for the next solid step

because we knew just

because we knew just
enough about kissing, having
practiced being out

of practice, for comfort and
years, it came as a surprise