Tagged: tanka

in the village on

in the village on
macdougal, we found love for
falafel for the

first time, music students on
a budget, pacing ourselves
.
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when the sun sets at

when the sun sets at
four thirty-seven in the
afternoon, there is

no escaping the temperature
of loss, longing for the south
.
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on day eighty-five,

on day eighty-five,
doubt looks too familiar,
perhaps closer to

day sixty, smiling like thirty,
naïve like eight, aching like one
.
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eight acres and a

eight acres and a
babbling brook
– some catalogues
are this specific,

we only wish we could afford
to miss any of the details
.
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it’s like when you are

it’s like when you are
heading the other way while
everyone else is

headed home – so many pairs
of lights helping you move past
.
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this morning, on day

this morning, on day
seventy-eight, the waning
gibbous moon stayed up

long enough to laugh at me,
or console – its face was so smooth
.
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perhaps youth hijacks

perhaps youth hijacks
our memories long before
they are created,

lies in wait for activation,
ready to pounce with vigor
.
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