Tagged: west coast
we act as if time
we act as if time
were limitless, not seeing
the hour, the minute,
the second until it’s out
of view, unrealized –
you tell me this
at the bus stop,
waiting for
the 22 on Mission,
as if it were the best
place to stop time,
delay departures
.
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this morning, my heart
this morning, my heart
finally returned from san
francisco, snagged by
a budding branch, new york city’s
way of welcoming home lost things
.
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you took me to the
you took me to the
sutro baths, and those
late afternoon
edges were so
sharp, i pretended
to be brave.
against all
heights, i longed to
sink into the
waters to ground
myself, trading one
death for another
.
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