Tagged: silence

it has come to my

it has come to my
attention that
you sing when
moving from room to
room in the middle of
a quiet afternoon because
i scare easily. love is
adding to our repertoire
so that we can
become more
secondhand
fearless together
.
20170417:0803
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last night, with one look,

on days when i have to

on days when i have to
keep my chin up, i do
it, like one of those
chinstrap penguins,
climbing out of the
antarctic, ready to find
anything that resembles
a foothold on those steep
slopes. you are never
ready to hear this, i know
it, by the way you smile
so innocently, try out
jokes to conduct the most
favorable light. i make
the decision for you,
yes, sorry, just like that,
you are not allowed
to comfort me, i keep
my chin up, helmet on, look
for the next solid step
.
20170222:1908
y

for fear of being

for fear of being
terrified, i make
small waves, swim
away from the edge
and back, as though i could
possibly get the hang
of it, run directly into
indiscretions for a touch
of normalcy, a stretch of
distraction.
and still,
i amass all
the words in my
throat so that
they have to choose
whether to be
malignant
or benign. i smile
and say all the important
things because they cover
up other important things,
i pirouette when poked,
try not to make more
friends than i have to
.
20170222:0802
y

i bury things, night

i bury things, night
and day, move
through fiction
and nonfiction to feel
safe. you have no
idea how boring
and terrifying
non-sequential
time can seem
.
20170221:2145
y

i know without you

i know without you
having to say as much that
there is nothing here

for me – the timing of kisses
and the purposes they serve
.
20170220:1039
y

i wish that you would

i wish that you would
send word, perhaps allow a
kumquat to roll across

the table – between all that
silence, something tart and sweet
.
20170215:2300
y