Tagged: parallel universe

around the world in

around the world in
thirty-eight time zones, we string
our multiple new

years to dangle around our
wrists, a celebration, chain-linked
.
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in a parallel

in a parallel
universe, do we both make it
back from the falls or

do i stretch out my arms and step
off, echoing l’appel du vide
.
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yes, i get into

yes, i get into
trouble when you are not
home, alternate
universes come
knocking, i
open the door
and let them in,
we’re old friends
.
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in two-hundred-and-

in two-hundred-and-
eight universes, our paths will
cross on the seventh

floor, fingers idly bookmarking
pages, waiting for a subplot
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: idly

when a flower bud

when a flower bud
twists into place in the known
universe, a bulb

lights up a vacancy sign
in an unknown universe
.
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i tuck memories

i tuck memories
into each corner of these
city streets – cross, do

not cross, pivot, turn around –
messages from another me
.
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at sunset, portals

at sunset, portals
open up all across city
streets, curbside,
adjoining this world
with countless
others – so much
temptation
.
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in a parallel

in a parallel
universe, it is still the
weekend, and because
we live comfortably
and are doing something
as normal as holding
a garage sale,
we are worried
about the color
of our skin
over the
commonality
of sharing
perceived treasures
.
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on the lunar

(for grandpa)

on the lunar
calendar, we
are celebrating
our birthdays
today, just one
world away
from each
other,
which feels
like multitudes,
on and off
the system
for counting
so many days
apart
.
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to tell the truth, as soon

to tell the truth, as soon
as i have settled into
the wait at the gate,
boarding pass in hand,
homeward bound,
i am split into two –
one in anticipation,
with joy, the other,
already in the future,
sitting at another
gate, heart
untangling the
strings that keep
pulling me
home, taut with
renewed longing –
waiting to be whole
.
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