Reunion

what if we flip this crimson doubt release each expectation lark to skies refilled from looming drought would we still form a question mark beneath astonished flannel sheets our viscous whispers drench the dark forgotten hist'ry made complete would we still form a question mark If I'm omega hanging, high, above the finite point you …

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Quicksilver

Can I be your quicksilver—that slick Forever, that satiny poison you long to have near but are too afraid to taste? (Even the shadows under your feet radiate) And may the line you walk between the steel pillars of this city, the threads you lay on gum-speckled sidewalks, down regretful subway tracks, and over the rocking …

Mount Baker

Your eyes are spoons and forks. You ask me, "Above the clouds, do you sleep?" I nod and show you nylon sheets, metal rods, carabiners, every magic charm needed for floating thousands of feet above. You ask me, "Do you enjoy the harnesses and helmets? Is it the perspective you most enjoy?" I don't say it's …

Algebra

1. The tectonics shifted inside the cupboard next to my head. I don’t remember a click or a pop; I just knew that something in the air was different, like sadness entering a conversation through the threshhold of a word. Splinter. Freefall. 2. Broken. Pieces. Then glasses of all sizes flew around the room. No …

The Living-

there are black holes in the living- room, mostly beneath the furniture, but one is always underfoot the largest clings to the cotton knit blank- et though I’ve washed and shaken it out there are black holes in the living one naps beside the wandering night- stand sucking in the light that normally fills the …

Another Rain

I have yet to find a summer rain that falls on me like your gaze but each storm reminds me of you I hoist a cheap black umbrella only when the sky is cloudless only when the trees are thirsty only when the pavement is slick with sunlight