which one of us let go? which one of us held on? things go back and forth around and around but we are far, far away from that old place older now, with walls where the bridges used to be our cities smaller, more crowded the roads between us rough and slow to travel over… Continue reading estranged
of all the mountains i may chase, the two small, perfect peaks where the upper curves of your lips culminate are the ones which monoplize my dreams
heard birdsong in the city looked up at powerlines listened for a moment considered that i don't have to run away to far places to stop and pay attention there is still some of what i am looking for right here.
i have curled so close around my small routines, my reflection processes, that i have spun into a tight ball of wire, a sponge squeezed too hard and left to bathe in sunlight too long on dry earth trying so hard to hold together, to be solid and whole, i have forgotten some necessary softness… Continue reading loosen