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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

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

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Mar 19, 2013

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

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Jan 1, 2016

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

Fever DreamThat was the day your face seared onto the inside of my eyelids. That was the day a gentle hunger stroked my belly, and that was the day where we trekked the entire length of Manhattan with Gershwin bubbling from our mouths. And that was the day I discovered the city at night in broad strokes, that was the time where my steps grew a little bit larger, where we painted the soles of our feet and colored the sidewalks our footprints dripped where the colors blend you held my hand and held your breath as you walked against the red light. / That was the summer you began the nonchalance around me and that’s when I knew our friendship was over, sailed on when the vessels in my nose broke and blood started gushing out. I was bending over the sink to catch the droplets in the water fingers poised over the bridge of my nose to stem the flow and when I called out for you, called out your name, you replied with clinical directness completely impassive and proceeded to google how to stop nosebleeds all the while chanting “nose nose nose” in a singsongy breath and that’s when I knew that the ship has sailed onto muddy waters. / *Which is the dream and which is reality? For there are some images that are so beautiful I find it hard to believe I was awake and yearning*

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Mar 17, 2013

For You TodayOf course there is applause, a split second before our hands come together we breathe out the sighs we’ve been holding in all day. We hoot and holler with the bystanders for the people on the stage, and of course there is a flickering. The lights dim, and they are gone, and of course someone whispers your name in admiration. Of course there is this longing in me to be with you because there is no doubt you are sensational but of course I keep myself quiet and step away from the line of fire. And of course there is the catcalls the jeering the leering in front of me from that skirt and that eyelash and that painted fingernail towards your person. Of course, there is a moment where I consider you and wonder what if? Then, why? Why your hair, the cut of your chin, your eyes, your stance, and your mouth? Why, you? Of course there is this heat, and then another split second where in the midst of clapping our eyes meet and we bind but of course I look away and place my hands, folded, on my lap.

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Mar 17, 2013

GravityI don’t read a lot, / But / I know enough

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Mar 19, 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

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

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

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