Tagged: relationships

every year, dad prunes

every year, dad prunes
mama’s azalea bushes
carefully so that

they become perfectly rounded
buns well before mother’s day
.
20210509:2100
y

art for art for art’s

art for art for art’s
sake cannot escape from the
white gaze, cannot be

separated from who you
know, does not have that luxury
.
20210305:2047
y

at any given

at any given
moment, memories become
carbonated, rise,

rising, risen, until they
reach the surface of consent
.
20210219:0742
y

some encounters leave

some encounters leave
bruises – accidental or
on purpose matters

less than whether the imprint
leaves an emotional scar
.
20210127:0143
y

perhaps on the way

perhaps on the way
to better understanding
is filling in the

gaps. we can only help one
another through trial and error
.
20210124:1541
y

some days i lose you

some days i lose you
to the unexplainables –
it takes two to let

time slip between the doodads,
get caught on the thingamajigs
.
20201229:0108
y

circumstance is a

circumstance is a
word that takes up
space on the page
that flaps around
in your mind.
the truth of the
matter is
if circumstances
were any
different, we
would still
find ourselves
here, hands tied,
longing for
the sake of
longing
.
20201229:0052
y

no one belongs to

no one belongs to
no one else – we recognize
this in loss, pain, in

separation two days before
christmas in a pandemic
.
20201223:1450
y

perhaps more

perhaps more
than any of it
all, more than
education and
income brackets,
more than
compatibility and
the stars, more
than all the
coincidences
and preferences,
is the comfort
of shorthand
and shortcuts.
here’s to the
ninety-percent of
the things i don’t
say that still make
their way to you
.
20201222:1711
y

we’ve been here before –

we’ve been here before –
six days before christmas and
not yet home – somehow,

it feels different, homeward bound
plays in the distance, with teeth
.
20201219:1050
y