Tagged: edge

at the very edge

at the very edge
of sleep, yeses and noes meet,
promise to be more

or less transparent, break bread
with the maybes that show up
.
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on the edge of san

one rarely feels

forty-three hours have

forty-three hours have
passed since we lost you. i hide
the details
from my-

self, don’t get too close to the
edges for fear of falling
.
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on the edge of daylight

on the edge of daylight
saving, i am mostly
awake, lodged in
the trilateration of
past, present, and
future, in search
of a fourth
time. i experiment
with pouring tea – a cup
in present-past is at once
cooler than a cup in
present-future. i
experiment with the
newly nesting thoughts
of you – and arrive
and arrive again at
unknown coordinates
.
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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
.
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you are awake in

you are awake in
the middle of the
night, hanging onto
the edge of my
dreams, searching.
you said i keep
touching your cheek,
feeling for a face
that may or may not
have been your
face. i asked if
i said anything.
you said i was
speaking in a
foreign language
again. il n’y a pas plus
sourd que celui qui
ne veut pas entendre

.
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