Tagged: fight

it’s easy to fall

it’s easy to fall
into the trap of
unconditional love
young and old
fight for some
form of reigning
title, when taking
any kind of
advantage is
indefensible
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: unconditional

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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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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when i consider

when i consider
fighting without
you, the oversight
stings me – sky
breaks rank from
horizon, an eighth
ocean discovers
my lungs, and
i am a micro-
second too late
to assume
crash position
.
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when we fight

when we fight,
the first
thing we notice
is that we run
suddenly out
of
words – the letters get
ink-tied, the meaning
punctured. when
we fight, a second
shatters into
immeasurable
shards – time gets
disconnected,
but nothing
breaks. when we
fight, it is with
the looming
spaces between
us – no sharp
objects, no
corners, nothing to
bruise us later
.
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it is closest to a Choose-

it is closest to a Choose-
Your-Own-Adventure,
when you find yourself
facing a third or fourth
wicked breakup.

if you decide to put up a fight,
turn to page 2.

if you decide to walk away,
turn to page 6.

with absolute choice
removed, and all of your
fingers tied up in
bookmarking only
the good parts, what
remains is doom after
doom after doom
.
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