Tagged: days
we are eighty-eight
we are eighty-eight
days into depending on
each other – checkmate
.
20170827:2338
y
the patterns you
the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
20170630:1723
y
after all these years,
after all these years,
our days are not reliable
predictors of our
nights – we continue to dazzle
one another off the cuff
.
20170604:2216
y
one week later, we
one week later, we
gather up the stamina
for the days to come –
we can’t see the finish line from
here, and we’re not ready to
.
20170510:2249
y
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
y
some days, surprises
some days, surprises
come out of other surprises,
pink and still longing
.
20170421:2203
y
on day 99,
on day 99,
a wood chock
to stop the wheels
from turning,
hold back the
thoughts that roll
right into the sea
.
20170407:1933
y
