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decibelI eye / these dreams that dance / like puppets on a broken string

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Jan 1, 2016

21It was only a moment of passion. It was only the passing of time. There was only a glint and a sigh. There was the fall and then the release. There was nothing in between. It was just the idea of a dream. It is about the awareness of oneself in connection to another. It was just support from another breath. It was like magic. It was like a storm. It was only a thrill to be someone’s own. Another person. Another you. Another day in the shadow of truth. Another rhyme. Another lie. Another well gone stone cold dry. You run in the present. You think of the past. You look to the future. Nose against glass. I find myself spilling my guts to the nearest person who is willing to hear. I only blinked and found myself in the crux of another year. I caress my demons. I ****** my fears. (Before you sit, think that those who have your back could also plunge a knife into it.) / I awake to find the sun seeping into my living room underneath the linen curtains. It was only a new day. It was only the refuge of the morning. It was only the smoky curl of jasmine tea up your nostrils. It was only a giant elephant in the room. But you sip and sigh. You think of life and how it is only a matter of time

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Feb 23, 2015

RevisitingI can’t promise you anything, / I can’t promise that I won’t wake up and want to move away from you, / I can not tell the future, I am here, with you,

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Jun 23, 2013

DuendeThat earth spirit / black, dark, flame flickering at the end of the tunnel / i appreciate our ancestors who took care of the soles of their feet

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Apr 6, 2013

Maybe, BabyWhere is my home? / *I do not think home is a house, / Home is anywhere I feel most at peace*

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Apr 1, 2013

This Morning in a Morning VoiceAll these last four days of March I walked past the lighted church shivering in the unrelenting cold the wind bit my cheeks all up and down 9th avenue these last four days of Easter week / there is a knot at the center of me that holds all of the strings in my body / and then there is this rising in me that propels me through eighty blocks until 5 in the morning

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Mar 30, 2013

This Poem on a Friday EveningYes, there is something / so satisfying / about carrying a Degas print

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Mar 29, 2013

MontageYou wander down the hallway / Feeling something shiver inside of you / You wonder what this feeling might be

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Mar 20, 2013

Jazz BabyThere are times like these / When there is a sudden downcast of rain / When the apartment is filled with sunlight and quiet

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Mar 20, 2013

Daddy,today I ate / a chocolate croissant / and thought

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Mar 19, 2013

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