Down the rabbit hole.
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each of us we have our own invisibilities
and thru you I can see the sky
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A message from Cobra Commander
As the snowflakes are larger
and heavy in this warmer afternoon
near to the melt of their
the view in this sharp moment is
surrounded by t...
it does not feel like pain
this particular variety of heartbreak is new to me.
this heartbreak is bruised, happy lips
stains left on sheets from period sex
I would like to have an urge
for an apology today
and a story, mostly true
stinging but not lasting
and with humor underneath
eventually, if not today.
a petal of light
on my knee, sun speaks through trees:
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
Gratiot Ave, Detroit, 2017.
Big ups to the long term residents who watch out for each other and nurture this place in ...
It was back
when we were grey
and wore thicker skin
We were elephants then
and we stomped through
and spoke in bellows
with trunks uncurled
We tore our paths
In the Port of Serrated TeethIn tenth grade biology I sit in the back
of the classroom and wonder if the pilot fish
considers the shark a friend.
The ocean is b...
The porch is cold.
I have stolen my blanket from indoors
to perch in the dirty armchair outdoors,
and I watch the silver moon,
which I thought w...
in some big, empty parts of the night i miss you
i'm afraid of empty spaces
and you were that safe place to crawl into
to hide from the rain
but you were ...
There was rain last night and I did not see
but it was recent and deep and
the runoffs were still flowing
past the bus stop curb cut
and through the cracks in t...
I told myself a feeble prophecy
when the neon hand on the psychic door
had lost its thumb
and its gravity
a savings of nineteen ninety nine...