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Poem 1624 v2

The past is wind beyond the sail Tomorrow, the sea not charted And today is the toll, Paid to the boat in every bucket bailed

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Poem 1820

It is a low ache Like a foot, a knee Or a dry door hinge— You gotta get low to contend with it Lying in the dirt Squirming and flexing Really making yourself at home

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Poem 1819

Head full of sky— High, wispy clouds Like far away fog, dimly glowing The sky is no longer dark But the sun has not yet risen I am counting stars from where I lay Before they fade into the day Before I finally fall asleep

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Poem 1818

It is silent at night No crickets or birds Until, once more, I start to hear the roar of the sky— All the city’s noises Swept up into a torrent And carried by my bedroom window— A metropolitan tinnitus Easily mistaken for my conscience

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Poem 1817

The river of time flows south and west Toward the setting sun Which has settled gently, like an egg To weigh heavily on my predilections— Though I live for the taste of morning light I am hungriest at the lips of night

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Poem 1816

Soft sliver Second home of tender tongue— It isn’t what was said But where I said it

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Poem 1815

Wild weather grows the roots— I am tendrils Unfolding like new green Around your aching arches Still soft from the storm

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Poem 1814

I am bivouacked at the head of the bed— It is a good place to endure the rainy weather As I wait While the body of my ambition Remains to bury all the dead

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Poem 1813

Fixated on my shadow Waiting for it to move— Stupefied with self-loathing

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Poem 1812

I can feel each speck of sand Loose beneath my skin Spilled out from the hourglass Looking for the perfect place To become a pearl

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Poem 1811

Alone in a room, The scariest place to be— Knowing no one will come through the door Until you are ready to leave it unlocked

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Poem 1810

This wide-eyed stare A demon’s soft-spoken body language— I am teetering on the edge of the bed Awake, and work this guilt away? Or hush the shadows and hide my head?

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Poem 1809

I am cursed with such good fortune To never have a reason to go to sleep

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Poem 1808

By a hundred tiny increments I turn you tighter and tighter— Coiled like clockwork Waiting to exhale

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Poem 1807

There are pests in the bed These bugbears of sleep Insinuating themselves into my history More doubts than memories

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Poem 1806

I can feel moonlight on your skin Silver ink on snow-white paper Inviting me to a midnight showing Of the flower that never blooms

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Poem 1805

Dew— Every morning I take a sip And rot

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