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
.
20180502:0750
y
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
.
20180109:1628
y
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
.
20170501:0410
y
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
.
20170405:2109
y
with the three-hundred-
with the three-hundred-
sixty degree perspective
of a dragonfly,
i see you coming, a perfect
mosaic, unfocused, flickering
.
20170315:2205
y
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
.
20170215:2300
y
