when did you start when did we stop now you preface every description of a run-in at the mall at the bus stop (in your mind) with "i'm not being racist don't they know better their blood my gloves i savedtheday" it's been forever since this phone was blind you say it's just a description but i miss hearing about people their dreams and joys, your daughters; ...
4:30 a.m. Saturday. "Your brother was 14 today." "Oh no." "Don't worry about it; he had to remind your mom; you're fine." Could? I be more sleepy. We rambled on: classes next week, child support hearings. The noises of settling in, turning over, rearranging pillows. A shadowy black image, wrought with multitudinous curves. In the center, a shapely blank. "You're the missing piece of my puzzle," I pronounced, ...
green on white on olive the smell of contentment wafting from my red lacquered bowl before i sip i stare bright like a food blog almost can't find must find my camera it's gone can't find the broth turns the color of nostalgia like all the other snaps i've never shot indelible imprinted on my heart that i can't share can't say this was the sunlight of his smile the blink of his lashes ...
blood spills the secrets run out my heart cannot hide in this tilted bowl
perched on my second story window sill a pigeon waits. i hear it flapping its wings every morning. don't know why it says hi it's been doing this since the end of summer, flying daily into my pane. near a vietnamese restaurant (mirrored across the street - "Saigon 2") mashed straws and napkins grow on the sidewalk and a peckish sparrow alights near tourists' pretzels ...
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