Tagged: poem
maybe addictions
maybe addictions
live for expiration dates –
resistance, futile
.
20210611:2011
y
because chaos is
because chaos is
uncountable, we are
asked to refrain from
recognizing multiple
chaoses, grasping
syndemics, even
in an emergency
of our own doing
and undoing
.
20210610:2142
y
carry the end of
carry the end of
the day
to the water’s
edge, and
let go –
may we all
have that luxury
.
20210609:2114
y
the mortal root of
the mortal root of
the verb, to seek, is to never
find – simplicity
snaps its fingers to the beat
of our foolishness, amused
.
20210608:2311
y
as long as you and
as long as you and
i still wish
for entirely
different things,
there will
be enough
room to grow, maybe
even flourish
.
20210607:2119
y
some memories are
some memories are
still magnetic, pulling you
away from sleep – in
the middle of the night, new
reflections obscure the message
.
20210606:1038
y
we will always be
we will always be
between
nations,
unrecognized
badge-less,
denied entry
.
20210605:2142
y
one week away from
one week away from
home is a straight and narrow
path, zigzagging through
countless checklists, juggling
what to pack, what to unpack
.
20210604:2045
y
the city learns to
the city learns to
layer in the same way clouds
bunch together, prays
for just enough rain to wash
away extraneous layers
.
20210603:2036
y
it takes one walk to
it takes one walk to
become intrigued, one more to
spot annoyances
.
20210602:2051
y
