easier to poke, prod, squeeze my pores
than to deal with the anxiety
that pours through my chest…
Category Archive: Sonnet
I’m leaking oxygen
along with the carbon dioxide,
little spurts of confidence
hissing out of my seams…
my feet are alive,
breathing in the breeze,
free under an open sky…
we are two trees,
you and I,
we sit next to each
other, not looking…
don’t light the fire,
if we bake the clay,
we can’t adjust
the margins or the words…
here’s to the crick in your neck,
here’s to the knot in your stomach
you don’t remember tying,
here’s to the flutter in your veins…
When you laughed,
and I flinched,
that was the moment,
I didn’t want to believe, …
you remind me
of the good things
the stuff I’ve done right
the people who care…
A pulley is a simple machine
with a simple name
One pulls on the rope,
and the other end
follows, with a slight detour
in the upward direction…
when I sleep
all night
on the couch
I don’t reorient
myself
according to the duality
of spaces
in my apartment…
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