many worlds

All the reasons the heart couldn’t form,a humble stem/kitsch in your mother’s attic:there’s a hundred hours left still,and the sun won’t really setjust sway into someone                  a world away,  looks like you, looks like I,holds a star like space holds/ limitless. Even how love, was the baby frog I keptin my pencil…

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the crash

Truth is to forget underwater how the waves crash beneath the seam how the waves crash truth in seconds how under the shower I crash how in dreams I collide with colossus and tragedy and conquer/ uninhibited, un-able to drive seed to stem. Truth: I forget to crash beneath and end up above the waves in holy love thinking this…

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us, mirror

The way of a mind like a seedon the wind floats up instead of with the windsomehow, or people bornwedged in sidewalk cracks deep away from the sunknow where happiness resides tumbling upon its arrival:in this I feel almost a lucky misfit. Even a self divided is scattered like pageslost within the house with no binding. I see windows in…

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When the War Ended

It’s a sad story, the drowning man in a cloud of fists the first thing in morning woken thinking of yesterday and swinging wide like a boxer finds the finish when he splays on the mat, hair absurd and wet for just a fight in his memories of fire and rush of the way the sun shocked when he woke…

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~how to grace

I have lived surrendered in hopetied loose like the truthin my mouth is loose or a startled face is composedloosely as a cloud siftsthe light of the day/ it was Mary’s sorrow uponthe backs of ladybugs; thatis a story people told to explain the marof black. to become echoes painting poppies on darkspace of nowhere andnobody, just the brightest poppy…

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i.

Become a mouth-breaking exclamation, a sigh sorting memories into the box of photographs the turn of a projector or maybe a suspicion of beauty in others, like a freckle tucked away beneath makeup: how suffering so often is a lone subject/ a whale song caught in caves of ice or upon the lips of sleepy bears filling with weary resolve…

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