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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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Wildfires in Autumn
Sirens sound, at 2:00 am. My heart pounds as I look out my apartment window and into the smoke.
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Pumpkin season
I’m four years old and it’s pumpkin season again.
I’m holding tightly to my best friend’s mittened hand
and feeling the wind whipping at my face,
turning the tip of my nose pink,
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The lost boat
I am a lost sailor
Pulling
Tugging at
The boat
The wave
Here
Crashing down on me
Ripping my soul into
As many pieces as there are grains of
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
