You forget
what you said
until someone says it back
to you…
Category Archive: Free Form
pink if it were bronze
sunset clouds settling…
I for one do not have energy
to match…
I don’t remember
the name of the music…
the jazz only a trombone
can make
slide down the avenue…
what my legs are supposed
to feel like, now they weigh
me down with sandbags…
winds smooth
over wood, glossy
surfaces, lift…
take the cloud into your hands,
squeeze out the sugar,
squeeze out the air…
I hear
my words swirl
into the air…
the eyebrows and the eyelashes
are out of order,
the moon is pock-marked,
I’m standing on a tilting plane…
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