Tagged: humidity
in stillness, we can
in stillness, we can
dream of cool, but i always lose
the staring contest
.
20240621:1710
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to iron out a
to iron out a
stubborn wrinkle requires time,
a night of snow, a
whistling teapot, enough
layers to shake loose the ache
.
20171218:1537
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the backs of my knees
the backs of my knees
are swearing, loudly enough
so that the rest of
the body is caught awake
and aware, sticky with words
.
20140620:0107
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there is a tear in the
there is a tear in the
pillow of summer
through which we
stuff our most
memorable dreams –
there are moments
so vivid, even the
heat is not far behind
.
20120528:1040
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in this part of the
in this part of the
country, the sun
unfurls a heated
wet blanket, an
oshibori of sorts,
as a gesture of
summer’s arrival.
there is, however,
little courtesy
involved, and
the only thing
that feels
wrung are our
withering bodies
.
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