Wives box a wax bike. Inside, there’s an x-ray of an x-ray.
Recall a rainstorm. Water pools on a porch, seeps into termite trenches where you’ll find them, huddled in the subtlety of drops forming. Here, paint peels, sticks to callouses, and washes down drains.
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The train trails time, ebbs as I lie awake, staring at plastic stars, stuck to popcorn ceiling by the last tenant. Sounds call out and I’m out of nouns.Its warble rends sky from Juniper. Disrupts quotidian life. A resplendent- ness leaves you staggering.
in the garden between impatiens and an ash tray. Sun shines down, reflects from your collarbones. I turn raspberries from white to red. Sun flashes off the birdbath. Now, 1 hour later, we dance between concrete and thyme. Breeze churns clouds, turbulent and you dance into rain.
headlights reach, refract through dual panes of glass. the train siren sings, draws me home.
The train trails time, ebbs as I lie awake, staring at glowing stars stuck to the ceiling by the last tenant. Sounds call out and I’m out of nouns. It rends sky from Juniper. Disrupts quotidian life. a resplendent- ness leaves you staggering.
This weekend, Curio Poetry published two of my poems in their newest issue! Curio Poetry is a newish journal “that explores the world at a micro-level: tiny spaces, instants, individual objects, scraps of dreams and memories, et cetera.” Joseph Harker and Tessa Racht are editing the magazine, and I am excited to see what direction they lead it next! […]
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