OverYou can pull the purple fringe ( Read more... )

Thursday NightThe windows fog ( Read more... )

GriefYou have been sad ( Read more... )

Rising

You stir and lift yourself
To take again
The gray pandemic gloom,
Exhausted dread
By window butting empty air.

You burn yourself
To light the room,

To glow onto her richest eyes
Upon her swelling cheeks.

- 8/17/20

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No SignalI sincerely hope you choose the hills ( Read more... )

Standing Still, Looking Back

A season without air.
The clock is bleeding dry.
The outside girl is crying,
"Stay away from the well.
The fish will never breathe again."

And this is where we loved,
We loved when springs fell bubbling,
When walls still held,
When clouds arose above our ankles.

- 5/26/20

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My LastThis might be my last good day ( Read more... )

Six TenIt arrived ( Read more... )