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Your indifference, like this year, will roll into the next. Defiant, Saying we were never together. Hmm. True. Your forearms, bare, Your palms, damp, your eyes, alarmed or upset or sometimes both. What about them? Now I...

What country! Eyes seeking the weak, Found the blind. Searching for sounds of grace, I heard the bellow of the bully. Lying eyes everywhere Drunk on God that is not even god. Here I am again, Homeless, rootless. Not my...

On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

When night and day Separated us Our whispers came together Crawling into each other’s bed Or was it my bed, and your chair? And then… “And then?” And then your hand reached Through static and...