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Knowing How
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.” / -Pablo Neruda / Though this is beautiful, it is wrong.
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Jun 9, 2021
Reincineration
Maybe, before this, I was wood smoke. / And maybe even then, I stung your eyes.
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Apr 17, 2020
Not so long.
It was when the bitter rain was falling against your bedroom window. Tapping out a chaotic rhythm like a heartbeat gone awry. / It was when you sighed. So softly. And pushed your head deeper into my chest, like you wanted to kiss my heart goodnight. / You were only moments away from falling asleep with only my rising and falling chest as your pillow and my arms wrapped tightly around you as your blanket.
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Mar 18, 2020
Constellations
She carries constellations on her arms. Visions of light in points on skin that tastes like milk. / Cascading upward to visions of heaven and hazel eyes, like caramel sunsets. / This one a kite.
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Mar 15, 2020
Your Heart
I have these old grey mitts. / I want to use them to hold your heart. / The are worn and scratchy. But they are warm.
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Feb 4, 2020
Undertow: A Cautionary Haiku
The sign said "Danger". / I only saw the river. / I would gladly drown.
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Nov 21, 2019
Haiku for Past and Future Me
Fair warning. I am coming for everything they said I couldn't have.
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Nov 11, 2019
Schrodinger's Haiku
Schrodinger's Haiku / Everything exists at once / While our eyes are closed.
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Nov 11, 2019
Noon-day Memory
Whisper it. / Like fingers tracing cotton. / Whisper the gentle scratches of pen on paper. Percussive poetry to punctuate the moments. All written down and tucked in pockets to be read and recited.
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Apr 12, 2019
Madly
Distant phantoms that shake my bones and make me wonder at potential. / And potential energy. / As if the things that once were, now drive the things that are.
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Mar 15, 2019
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