Tagged: post-election
at the end of the
at the end of the
day, i might come over for
coffee, you’ll knock on
the door for
a hammer, we will
exchange all
of the familiar
things without
touching the places
that are sore
.
20201104:1809
y
three days before heading
three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
20170417:0050
y
there is nothing quite
there is nothing quite
like wanting to be near when
we are apart – let
this to be something to chew
on when we are together
.
20161124:1202
y
when the heart breaks,
when the heart breaks,
the body, unbeknownst
to the host,
disconnects, one, two,
maybe several
organs at a time. it
is how on day seven,
the outer shell awakes
first and recognizes
pain along the circuitry,
the stomach reacts,
two-thirds liver-less,
the spinal cord lets
go a bouquet of
nerves, and the
tongue is speechless,
numb to the touch
.
20161115:0632
y
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