there is more than one way to look at this
1. his eyes are so ________________, and she looks down, ashamed.
2. you could say anything to me right now and i would die, i would absolutely just ________
3. one touch, one look, one word, and this will break open
4. the good the bad spilling all across the floor in waves
of _________________
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
September 21st, 2010
we will be fine
we will be fine
we will be fine
we will be fine
we will be
we will be
we will
we will
won't we
we will be fine
we will be fine
we will be fine
we will be
we will be
we will
we will
won't we
Sunday, September 12, 2010
September 12th, 2010
our love is made up of
starts and stops
little packets of time
three days
two days
twenty minutes over the phone
we have become efficient fighters
we deal with misunderstandings while packing up the car
while searching for keys we have to get to the conclusion of an argument
nothing with us can be left incomplete
we can't just leave a room and come back to the disagreement later, once we've had time to think
we don't have time
we race through the pain and get to the core of it
because we will have to go days
weeks, sometimes,
before we are together again
our love is a test in goal-oriented living
we fit the sex, the fights, the sleep, the meals
into tiny parcels of time
let's get this over with because the sun is setting/the wind's picking up/the snow is threatening to fall
sometimes we sleep longer than our bodies want to
but this is not the luxury of leisure,
this is because, like camels,
we have to store up the cuddles, the sleep-addled limbs and the pillow talk
with which to quench our thirst later
when we are alone
starts and stops
little packets of time
three days
two days
twenty minutes over the phone
we have become efficient fighters
we deal with misunderstandings while packing up the car
while searching for keys we have to get to the conclusion of an argument
nothing with us can be left incomplete
we can't just leave a room and come back to the disagreement later, once we've had time to think
we don't have time
we race through the pain and get to the core of it
because we will have to go days
weeks, sometimes,
before we are together again
our love is a test in goal-oriented living
we fit the sex, the fights, the sleep, the meals
into tiny parcels of time
let's get this over with because the sun is setting/the wind's picking up/the snow is threatening to fall
sometimes we sleep longer than our bodies want to
but this is not the luxury of leisure,
this is because, like camels,
we have to store up the cuddles, the sleep-addled limbs and the pillow talk
with which to quench our thirst later
when we are alone
Thursday, September 9, 2010
September 10th, 2010
aftermath
all the while i am battening down the hatches
-- changing locks,
securing window frames,
installing alarms,
tying tin cans under ledges and across
the spaces
by the door --
i am planning an escape, i am desperate
to break
out
all the while i am battening down the hatches
-- changing locks,
securing window frames,
installing alarms,
tying tin cans under ledges and across
the spaces
by the door --
i am planning an escape, i am desperate
to break
out
September 9th, 2010
i don't want to congratulate people for getting married. i want to congratulate people for staying single, because loneliness is the hardest thing to live though.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
September 6th, 2010
when i have no strength left
i look to you
and you share yours:
this is what it is to be loved.
i look to you
and you share yours:
this is what it is to be loved.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
September 5th, 2010
they broke in
sneaky slithering up and through my windows
rummaging through the dark
with the light from a reading lamp
they pulled everything apart
and found the things they were looking for
in drawers
under pillows
on tables
hiding
in plain sight
this house was once mine
but now
it's become theirs
who slithered in through the window
and out the back door
sneaky slithering up and through my windows
rummaging through the dark
with the light from a reading lamp
they pulled everything apart
and found the things they were looking for
in drawers
under pillows
on tables
hiding
in plain sight
this house was once mine
but now
it's become theirs
who slithered in through the window
and out the back door
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