so, like,
it's not like my heart
is gonna run out of beats
still the sun breaks night
clove hitch
to a gentle swell
we sway below deck, night sails
bones creak. lapped wet planks
somewhere between often and never is always
i do think of you
in the same way i think of
trees, the ground, mountains
city pigeons
a synchronized flock
wings that just touch, and bellies
that reflect the sun
holy holy
i wanna plague you
like locust, rivers turned blood.
god please part our seas.
solicitous solitude
you don't live here but
here I bring you in, in thoughts
a pile of junk mail
untitled #7
if keys were me, yours,
worn on your hip or lost or
slipped in your pocket
it's a hot july
fire cracker cracks
shirts off, I'm fading daylight
enjoying the show
feline
time alone is nice
stretched across my living space
elongated cat
fight and fight and fight
you're moving. i hear
pigeon's feather whips. and you,
startled into flight.
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