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Everything Fades
The ocean is swallowing the sun.
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,
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Love is an Abstract Painting
Love is an abstract painting:
Colors convey a feeling but not an idea
the frame barely holds it together and the lines
trail outward, repeat, and redouble
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Dawn to Dusk
Light is lobbed to the leaves and they cradle it
In the evening they throw it back to the sun
whose tendrils collect it
then go home
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Peace
I think peace looks like:
driving on the highway from College Park
listening to “White Ferrari”
by Frank Ocean
Loves
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I Am; They Are
The remembrance of my body betraying me,
Trembles my slewing stomach,
My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,
With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.
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Comforting
Familiar is this earthly language, these archives full to the brim.
It must be how the world got magic, these rhymes of life and limb. -
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