Tagged: mystery

perhaps life and death

perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for

a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
.
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every third door is

every third door is
a mystery, just like knowing
what you are going

to say before you say it and
then, suddenly, not knowing
.
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you said let us be

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-

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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