He said he had a soul fever and I wondered: is that anything like influenza in the brain when we just can't think can't hope any more? But he said, no this is a very special thing it will burn away everything until you, too, are fire
Tag: free-verse
Delirium
By definition temporary unlike the long slow march to the sea of forgetfulness I will take that journey, too but today I am out of my right mind from lack of water, loss of sleep and too long without you
China
I bought this fragile China a day I felt brittle so milky and translucent you could see through us both For months now I have traced my fingers along thin edges held each piece carefully in fear of breaking I brought this home to start new without you now this, too, belongs to another delicate time
Resting Place
Bury me next to my son, he said and I saw the whole gaping wound of it: to be so far for so long from what we imagine might be home
Dealer
The magic, of course lies in the miniscule I need only taste you once
Logical Consequences
Consequences, logical of misplaced affection: this trembling sadness and hopes dissapointed The reason I wield to tell myself I knew better now only so much bitter balm
Shanghai Aphrodite
Rose wet-dripping from the Huangpu light step upon the skiff, the barge and now dark shadows mark where each foot kissed stone
Lovely
I think you lovely and twirl this curiosity between stiff fingers In another time it is myself I would have twisted to win your love
Angel
If death's angel comes tonight sweeps with long skirts here she will find me gentle every dish washed each towel folded marvel that I am ready as if waiting for the knock that summons the next life
Tuesday
The reinvention of Emily Wren began Tuesday, 2:17 p.m. She couldn't see it coming but when any of us is that lonely for that long this universe has no choice but to meet and mend and launch us out again across the vast expanse of days
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