Tagged: fight

on the first day of

on the first day of
autumn, dad’s hummingbirds are
still fighting over

every drop of deliverance,
a sugary endeavor
.
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in the morning, you

in the morning, you
started with, did you
hear…?
in the
afternoon, you
messaged me,
did you see…?
in the evening, you
turned to me, did
you read…?
yes,
i heard, i saw, i tried
not to read – daily,
pulling at and
readjusting this
knot in my stomach
so that i can still
stand straight, stop
bumping into this
monstrous
fight-or-flight
version of me
.
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to make it out

to make it out
of a horde
alive, tension
must find
something to
occupy its
mind, even if
it is how to
throw the
first fight
.
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even fight-or-flight

the neighbors upstairs

the neighbors upstairs
are rehearsing their
three a.m. scene
again – two
pairs of god-given
lungs made of the
same brilliant mettle,
awake and stirringly
alive, a private
performance
for
an audience of
at least twenty
families – he thinks
she’s overly
dramatic, she
thinks he should
go to hell, and
the majority of
the action
creaks stage left
.
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most mornings are

most mornings are
spent mending the
thoughts that were
unraveled the evening
before. it takes
a clear mind
to untie these
atomic knots
.
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from atop the

from atop the
strolling castle
of
dad’s shoulders,
we took
turns counting
our friends,
counting our
enemies. by the
time we
reached Third Ave.,
you were ahead
with Maggie
and Shuno,
and i had to
chew over
the possibility
of forgiving Jessica
S. for sitting
in my seat
this morning
.
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