Tagged: week

october is not

october is not
at all shy, walks into the
garden, as if he

owns the week – in the corner,
september sadly retreats
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the week or the sea, a level
of churning, of loss
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: churning

a week away from

a week away from
you, and a week
ahead, i am
balancing the
two sides of
home, as if i were
somewhere
in an outer-
outer borough
.
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on a saturday,

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
.
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