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Blue Sky Drowning
There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if
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into mud
When you bite your jacket,
you taste the salt that has soaked in,
all the times you have worn it.
But there is no detaching-
you have sunken your teeth into a moment.
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One Seven
One
the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.
Seven
a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.
One
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Loves
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Threshold Weather
the window doesn't open cleanly.
it drags and resists against the frame,
like it remembers being shut for a reason,
like it knows what happens when things are left open too long.
when it finally gives, -
poetry clippings
Poems are birds in the kingdoms of languages
Always flying towards each other and paradise
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Together, perhaps
We hear the sound of the universe
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The sunlight comes in
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All I've Got
The cardigan that my grandma wraps me in when I am cold;
Dusty piles of cards from someone who loves me;
Computer overheating with a two-thousand-million-word PDF scrapbook;
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In Hugging Someone, You are Hugged
In wrapping your arms around someone,
you're getting a hug, too.
In giving someone else advice,
you're telling yourself what you need to hear.
In writing someone a story or a poem,
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And it tastes of rot
I am left here with
The blandishing of obsession
My obsession
Of time
With the
Six years it takes
