Tagged: hours

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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hours before boarding

every once in awhile

every once in awhile,
you will be tempted
to compare six seconds,
six hours, or six days
with six years –
stop, don’t
.
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the hours without

a handful of hours

a handful of hours
before sunrise,
your thumb
has discovered
the outer
corners of my
pinky. i have
forgotten
where triggers
go to hide
.
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4:06 a.m., you ordered a

4:06 a.m., you ordered a
ballad, as if it were on the
menu, called for it like
we had just spun the
wheel of fortune, and we
landed fairly far
afield into the post-
9/11 inappropriate
Bangles, but you
whispered close enough
as though you knew Bette
Midler was queued up next,
and we were hours till dawn
.
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for seven, maybe

for seven, maybe
eight hours, i tried you on
with a different

lens – i don’t like to share more
of myself than i have to
.
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