Tagged: draft

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, a draft, making its way
out of the bathroom –

at one-thirty-four a.m., two
more drafts, crisscrossing the first
.
20180811:0152
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here is a reminder

here is a reminder
in the middle of
a wintry afternoon
that i do not deserve
you – my legs
wrapped up so
carefully in
your legs, and for
a small, exposed
piece of me that still
strays with the
inescapable
draft in the room,
a warm hand lands,
perches, massages
periodically into
that tickle threshold,
in case i were not
already completely
yours, present
.
20170121:1659
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you are slightly late,

you are slightly late,
i am slightly early –
somewhere
on a floor just
above us, over
the hum of two
fluorescent bulbs,
someone is plotting
these data points
across multiple
axes
, sipping the last
of Tuesday’s
coffee, closing the
folder on why
we never meet –
the sudden draft
is mesmerizing
.
20140408:2239
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20100124post-sunday.reading

in everything done

in everything done
well, there is a certain
level of performance
involved – creativity
takes wing, and for
a moment, we may
be allowed to bask
in the slipstream
.
20130128:0831
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winter finally

winter finally
arrived last
night, with a
suitcase blocking
the front door and
a draft rubbing
its body against
my legs this
morning,
marking me
as its own
.
20130122:0832
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i lost a button

i lost a button
today. no, not a new
button that comes with
a conceited sort of
disappointment,
but rather
one with an
accompanying
endearment, worn
from use, like dear
button
, or darling
one with a personal
pronoun, one who
dependably held
me together, showed
me off, instilled
confidence –
after all these years
of taking warmth
for granted,
even the morning draft stung
with inescapable despair
when i lost you today
.
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