|Posted on August 3, 2017 at 4:00 PM|
Could it be he is racked with feeling when
on his face there is no expression? She
utters logic in her dreams when it
pleases her and he
languishes in despair, never hearing it.
Every day he longs for gratitude
instead of "no." She longs for "yes."
New separation gives them breathing room but they miss
sighs for each other
intended for the purple night. Go ahead,
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|Posted on November 25, 2015 at 4:35 PM|
How we learned to tell the truth
Alive but not bristling on tongues; made
Requests without needles in them,
Made bandages for
Our oldest wounds, and sprinkled them with
Night music borrowed from forgotten dreams,
Yelled, made up, ran through dry leaves.
|Posted on October 7, 2015 at 3:00 PM|
I Can't Tell The Real Story
Inside myself I ponder: how did we
cry out, laugh, and try to avoid each other,
all the years of my childhood,
yet managed to survive with and without each other.
I can't tell how we loved and hated each other without
literally killing one another or numbing out on
lollipops or cigarettes; somehow we
tipped back and forth on that mother-daughter see-saw of
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