Tagged: more

it has come to my

it has come to my
attention that
you sing when
moving from room to
room in the middle of
a quiet afternoon because
i scare easily. love is
adding to our repertoire
so that we can
become more
secondhand
fearless together
.
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one will always feel

one will always feel
for the hairline
crack more
than for any of
the rest. i use this
as an excuse to want,
you prefer it
not be an excuse
.
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i love you more

i love you more
than the chicken noodle
soup you made from
scratch last night when
i insisted on soup,
more than the carbon
monoxide alarm you
bought when you accepted
we could be dying, more
than all the kisses at
the threshold of departures
and arrivals, more than
b-flat minor, fingers
in a good book, toes
cooling in the washington
square park fountain,
i love you more than
writing about you when
you are asleep, yes,
still more
.
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i am more and less

i am more and less
enamoured than i pretend
to be – when i come

up for air, hold me to it,
against everything, truth and dare
.
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with time, one either

with time, one either
becomes more simple or more
complex. or maybe

it is an undulation,
a flare caught between yes and no
.
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by the water’s edge,

by the water’s edge,
holding it in is still more
noble than letting
it out. you show
me this by way of
example, the centuries
of men and women –
fathers and mothers,
daughters and sons
friends and lovers –
who by day held
their struggles
humming within
the palms of their
hands and by night
plunged them into
waters as deep as their
breaths, coming up
for air, whispering
only into the gaps
between the stories
that were meant
to be told, passed on
.
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we mark each day in

we mark each day in
multi-tense, mind and body
carrying the weight of
a second ago, a
minute, a day, some
decades, all the
while negotiating
the present, the future
for more, even more
.
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