Tagged: waka

every twenty-first

every twenty-first
wintry afternoon, allow us
to storm a lemon

poppy seed castle, fingers
glazed, mouths sweet and victorious
.
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a tub of sour-

a tub of sour-
dough starter is better than
two dozen roses,

more complete than a box of
chocolates, more than poetry
.
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there will be milli-

there will be milli-
seconds when all you can do
is resist – between

signals, synapses, and spring,
everything is a trigger
.
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we dip into each

we dip into each
weekend like it’s the very
best sauce to go with

the taste that came before, like
a spicy prelude to hunger
.
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on the wet streets of

on the wet streets of
chinatown, there is something
for everybody.

we pick up our pace, not ready
to become ensnared, indulgent
.
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in that lumberyard

in that lumberyard
of dreams, we still graze each other
imperfectly, knots

and all, finding familiar
patterns in the grain, such weakness
.
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i am alive in

i am alive in
the first of february,
equally hopeful

and terrified, appealing
for someone to palm life’s coin
.
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