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March 5, 2018

      “I have something important to tell you,” he said after knocking on my bedroom door. My eyelids shuttered. They told me I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I lifted my head to see the clock. The last time I had been up before the sun, four police officers stood in my d...

March 5, 2018

           He didn’t like being late. He hated being late. There was a time not long ago when he always was. Late or absent. I think those days breed guilt in him; guilt and shame and fault. It is said that an active narcotic addiction holds the power to change a man,...

March 5, 2018

I only wanted to know the taste of your lips

Now bits of you are stuck in my teeth

–in my bones—

In my chest and I can’t get out

From the first, dug in my thorns

My love like kudzu vines—or, like poison ivy

Burning you, turning you, inside out

Got lost in your frozen wastelan...

March 5, 2018

There’s a rush that swells your chest

and suddenly

you discover lust in slow motion.

My heart is ripe.

It’s ruddy

I look at you

and I atomize --

My heart puckers

and pomegranate pulp begins to drip

from my ribs.

We explore each morning

self-confessed, your words

Tango about me. It...

March 5, 2018

  1. soul

I went to bed muttering something

about God, or not a God, or a woman

an uncertain self-separation,

a soul in the arms of a sea — soul —

you swear among rivers and rivulets

that your body does not make

a sound but you wear me down

like an ethereal erosion

a numbness...

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