The town is as much a ghost as his wife.
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Autumn
It is hard to not hate
myself, the self who’d rather/ turn inward as dusk spirals
into its Tang dissolve. And isn’t ruin, too,/ a thing to celebrate?
My Therapist Wants Me To Practice Mindfulness
Throughout the day he touches the necklace and thinks of me.
first Came the fruit, then Came the fruit, first
noose. first came the fruit, historically. never came the dinner.
Ars Poetica, age 4
...my four-year-old hand caressed that plastic world & beheld its cerulean tilt & spin
Prayers to My Stutter #1 and #3
Prayer to my stutter #1 Here in the red hour of repentance, how many layers of mystery do you wear? I am among the arches of your name. When midnight arrives will you be there, yet again, to drape your song on my shoulders? Prayer to my stutter #3 Set me in the nest […]
