Tagged: mystery

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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this is just to say,

this is just to say,
do not be alarmed, if you should
come home to find a

box of notes, with such big gestures
and unsteady signatures
.
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with the three-hundred-

with the three-hundred-
sixty degree perspective
of a dragonfly,

i see you coming, a perfect
mosaic, unfocused, flickering
.
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i wish that you would

i wish that you would
send word, perhaps allow a
kumquat to roll across

the table – between all that
silence, something tart and sweet
.
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he said you must have

he said you must have
had an inkling, and i
immediately started
dialing through
the sounds and tastes
of an inkling, how
one could possibly
curve around all that
silence, travel for
miles to stay
grounded, look
me straight in the
eye to avoid
detection. no one
ever wins at hide
and seek – the
winner is the loser
who waits in
the dark,
not an inkling
.
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there is a sense of

there is a sense of
disconnection here,
on the four-thousand-
seven-hundred-fourteenth
year, raising red lanterns
because everyone
else is doing it
.
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at arm’s length, we are

at arm’s length, we are
most beautiful – let us savor
that luscious distance
.
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