Tagged: pattern

the patterns you

the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
20170630:1723
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perhaps with time, we

perhaps with time, we
all curl or spiral inwards
or is it that we

unwind, become loose, making
serpentine patterns here, there
.
20170512:2359
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there is an old, new

there is an old, new
paralysis – a hitchhiker
on the most bearable
days, a parasite on
the worst – that pins
down a hand, an
arm, a leg, a morsel
of every hour, crushing
the cells and membranes
of day. we feel
sick about it all
the time, emerge
from the stupor
spasmodically to ask
one another for best and
worst case scenarios,
readjust our negativity
bias for a version
of survival
.
20170311:1013
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the short answer is

the short answer is
no
gives weight
to the longer
answer, which can
manifest itself
all of a sudden
in the pattern of
blueberries as
they scatter across
the kitchen floor,
rolling from the
center of impact
after an early
morning fridge
escape, gravity
confirmed, parallel
universes shifting
.
20170117:2104
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perhaps we are all two,

perhaps we are all two,
three, fifty-three selves
meeting and unmeeting.
who’s to say holding
it together is better
than allowing some
selves to fray, get
caught, tangled in
another’s edges,
so that when we are
pulled apart, gathering
up our separate
threads, there
will be remnants,
a change in color
or texture, weight
or pattern, a natural
weathering
that somehow
strengthens us
.
20161231:1043
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a data point or

a data point or
two away from becoming
a pattern, we spark,

glimmer, look for enough sky
to be free of our equations
.
20160918:1959
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you belong to the

you belong to the
pattern of iron and steel,
aluminum and

other variations, strength, on
which we could always depend
.
20160124:1728
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