Tagged: night

perched

perched
on the landing
between
the fifth floor and the
roof, we found it –
a super blue blood
moon
dangling
out the window,
wedged
in a sliver
of brooklyn sky
.
20180131:1105
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we do not know our

we do not know our
appetites until we cross
paths with it – sometimes

in broad daylight, other times,
in the middle of the night
.
20171007:1407
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it turns out that we

it turns out that we
all do it – the people with
whom we choose to have
a beer or four, well
into the night, post-
inauguration, whether
commiserating or
celebrating, are
stunningly
like us, in the ways
that make us all
weaker,
as we prop
each other up
.
20170121:1115
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, we
deal with sudden
pain the only way we know
how – Vivienne, screaming
at the top of your
fifteenth-month-old
lungs for ten minutes
at a quarter to two
makes as much
sense as any
while the rest of us lie
achingly still
in the dark, perhaps
hoping to be picked up
.
20170118:0204
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with age, new and old

with age, new and old
aches come for you in the middle
of the night. like a
hatchling marine iguana
versus racer snakes
at feeding
time, you realize the
carelessness of
tuning into another
episode of planet earth ii
as you make your way to sea
.
20170103:0213
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it’s a delicate

it’s a delicate
balance, wanting
to jump
ship or stay
put. freshness
holds tonight
and maybe tomorrow
night hostage,
says very little
.
20161214:2204
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so much pain and love

so much pain and love
goes into a real shouting
match – a lifetime spent

fueling each other can wake
even the neighbors, naturally
.
20161118:0142
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tucked into the best

tucked into the best
of memories are
unnameable aches,
ones that by chance
graze you in the
middle of the night,
so that you are
unexpectedly
awake in the
dark, feeling
for the tape measure
you keep in your
nightstand drawer,
right next to the
wind-up flashlight,
weapons of self-
defense for
mitigating pain
with enough
workable data
.
20161006:0106
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there are aches that can

there are aches that can
drag you across one hour
into the next and

the next – during which you realize
you were never in control
.
20160914:2337
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, old pain masking as
new pain punches me

awake – so much emptiness,
absences for it to fill
.
20160913:0330
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