Tagged: joy

of the innumerable

of the innumerable
ways to mourn, i
am negotiating grief
in REM sleep this
morning, consoling
a young colleague
in the art of letting
it out, letting
go, an unsteady
navigation of
space, time, and
reality – on your
birthday, in the nearly
third anniversary of
your passing, we
practice the improbable
parallels of joy and
grief, keeping it
together without
so much
disassembling
.
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perhaps in twelve out

here are the kisses

here are the kisses
that no longer fit anyone –
toss it in the lost

and found, there’s bound to be someone
who will make good use of them
.
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perhaps it is all

twelve minutes before

we choose the path of

any living thing,

spotted all around

dried persimmons lined

new flavors come out