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John Destalo Jun 2020
we live in
a house

with rooms
each one

with a purpose

we meet
as secrets

behind the
closed doors

we do not
lock them

excited by
the dangers

of the sudden
we are

excuses disguised
as reasons

we wear our
masks to

defend ourselves
from truth

believing

the mirror
never lies
John Destalo Jun 2020
I collapsed

at the edge
of the ocean

with my soft
hands I was

holding onto
the space

between sand
and water

I could not
let them

meet

together they
would swallow

me
John Destalo Jun 2020
with sharp nails

she dug me
like I was

made of dirt
scraping away

my skin
reaching my

red drips

I stained
the carpet

abstractly

I was to be
punished

for my temper
the rage of

the rejected
the fire lit

so quickly

by the words
I heard with

my ears or
my mind
John Destalo Jun 2020
humans are not machines

humans are not angels

humans are not gods

humans are not demons

humans are not monsters

humans are not whole

humans are broken

look at me

look in your mirror

what do you see
John Destalo Jun 2020
I do not love
like the angels

where everything
is white

and we all
have wings

to escape
when things

go bad

I do not live
in the sterile

world where
everyone is clean

and pain takes
her pills

to sleep soundly

I live on the
outside where

lines are always
crossed

and the picture
is never quite

complete
John Destalo Jun 2020
yes, less
is more

the negation
of volume

the space
it creates

is so
valuable

absence
is permission

to explore
to discover

another way

to ask more
questions

and wait
for answers

after all

it takes time
to digest
John Destalo Jun 2020
do not shy
your eyes

from what
you want

do not make
me wait

I will not
look away

I am not
an angel

but I have
read the

bible I
know the

seven sins
for which

we can ask
forgiveness

if we are true
to each other

if we believe
in each other
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