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
.
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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
.
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20100124post-sunday.reading

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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
.
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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
.
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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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