Tagged: held

saturday, you were

saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every

door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
20180305:2138
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for everything whole,

every solitude

between holding it all

between holding it all
in and not knowing
how you have held it
all in is the color
of regret, the
shape of
forgetfulness,
as natural
and unnatural
as time
.
20170524:2223
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let us not forget

let us not forget
this feeling, even when we
have not quite
identified it – a gelatinous
persuasion of guilt
if you do and
guilt if you don’t –
stuck treading
words that have been
said, flutter kicking
into words that have
been left unsaid
.
20161029:0522
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we take turns holding

we take turns holding
the conversation like a
cat’s cradle string game –

you pinch these figures into
meaning, i hook, dip, and pull
.
20160702:1801
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when holding and being

when holding and being
held, there are still
gaps between
us
, pockets
to illustrate
curves, entertain
obvious questions,
make noise
.
20160126:0742
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let mornings be held

when held, our atoms

when held, our atoms
take on exponential
equations with relish,
shimmering and raised
to the n-th power.
the ink of tomorrow
pulses on each wet
page, and nobody is
looking to solve
the equations too soon
.
20121214:1834
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i leave traces like you

i leave traces like you
wouldn’t believe –
a mug on the kitchen
counter, an uncapped
pen between silent
pages, a receipt
for sheet music
tucked in my Spring
coat pocket – when
pressed for time, i
am a bookmark
handholding the
story
until it’s
ready to move on
.
20111220:0840
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