~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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Who We Are

There are too many versions of self lost from many iterations/ I seeping in tender aggression over it/ I, containing all echoes resounds and thinks in-between such things where associations flow without influence: I wonder if the truth is there same like a stem makes a leaf makes a tree in infinitum ‘the way of the way:’ waves rising out…

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Fear of Abandonment

I tried to remember back thenwhen she left for a new worldcalling me a woman-childwe like two tonguestied in our two-headedness when she saw violence in little girlshaving no universe excepta naked root in the sunand too many endings like nerves staggering from big-breath dadsone breath clear of memories:any crack, she shone me there in the dark like starlight, and…

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Collisions

(According to NASA, as it flies, a plane is in the center of four forces. Lift (upward force) and thrust (forward push, provided by a propeller) get a plane into the air. Gravity and drag (air resistance, which is friction) try to pull the plane down and slow its speed. A plane must be built so that lift and thrust…

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Memory Still

I need photographs of you to remember the way you smiled at me moments that cannot be re- drawn with crayons or pounded into the present with frustrated shrieks. I have a string. It is a thread of grey long and trailing behind over the horizon; I am walking on a highway back somewhere where has that place gone? If…

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