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Over the snow
Warm light after a winter wideness.
I keep walking down the street, plowing softly,
each lit window a church bell melody.
An unmade god lives under the new snow.
Our city was built on a chess board, -
To Desire the Godess
The methodology of beauty: -
The Metronome
I am terrified of what it means to be alive,
terrified of the queasy absurdity of living,
the spring-flower-hot-oil rhythm of life.
Trilling along a relentless number-line, -
Lampshades
Your persistent algebra tears me from myself.
After our kiss, my creaking timbers were finally composed.
I've been waiting for a secret knowing.
Under the covers, warm and full of light, it came to me: -
New day
We are made of flesh:
pink and unseen.
Hands pressed together in prayer, -
Pink and red
Your lips are pink. I can’t tell if it’s lipstick or love.
I am frowning, halted, playing hopscotch with my breath,
Loves
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Why I Miss Summer
Silence spreads.
It blankets churning mouths like grazing cows come frost.
Never has the silence echoed so.
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The Cliffs of Stop & Shop
There we stood, my brother and I, on the mighty cliffs of Stop & Shop, staring down upon our vast kingdom that was Route 7 and the subjects of the parking lot.
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Music's Breath
Without sound, I am adrift,
a puppet with severed strings,
my movements hollow, my purpose lost.
But when the music takes a breath
it fills the empty space,
giving weight to each movement,
meaning to each pause. -
To Dream
maybe one day i'll see you
at a class reunion 20 years in the future
you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels
your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but
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Mr. Red
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red tee-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.
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Coffee Runs
When I was a kid, I had a near perfect childhood. I had friends on the same street as me, and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.