Tagged: swollen
in the swollen nets
in the swollen nets
of summer, we were meant to
catch one another
.
20170702:2001
y
unwrapping the
unwrapping the
archives, i found
that time when
you said yes
and packed it
in ice to prevent
further swelling
.
20130815:0822
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yesterday stretches
yesterday stretches
my heart to a more
pliable emblem.
today fills it with
swollen things
.
20100720:2301
y
the window
the window to
Saturday
was swollen
shut all morning
until you carried in
an armload of May’s
wildest lilacs
.
20100501:2143
y
i am a secret
i am a secret
collapsible concept
this week – now you
see me, now you
don’t. i get into
bed each night
knowing that
i will suck
the air out of
myself until i lose.
by morning, the same
doubts produce
their sharpened
instruments just beneath
the lids and start
drilling against
the fresh
flesh, nothing different
to report. it has been
a week. but i haven’t
cried today, i
haven’t cried today
.
20100225:1647
y
20080402
morning remedy
.
on my fifth bag of frozen
berries wrapped in a wet
towel, Vladimir started
on the Schumann Träumerei –
a tough rival to overtake
when it comes down to
the magic of lulling
one swollen eyelid
to go down quietly
while the other stands
mesmerized
like an older child
defeating curfew
for the very first time
.
20080402:1058
y
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