Tagged: interpretation

in each other’s

in each other’s
eyes, we have found
another way of
leaning back
to spring
forward. there
are no rules
for the curvature
of interpretation

if i could, i would like to

if i could, i would like to
break down, fasten the ends
of the things we know best
about each other to a thousand
parachutes and let go. but
most interventions are
traps – the evening sky
holds the same stars and,
despite inexhaustible
interpretations, our
bolero, the same notes