i’ve grown accustomed
to the pain. in your
absence
everything else
aches.
psychosomatic
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Gossip
for D.
With the righteousness of youth
I convinced myself
That sharing whispers
-of your weight
-of your diets
was made nobler by the secrets
(my secrets)
you’d spilled like ink.
Indelible,
Unforgettable,
Unforgivable.
But ink fades.
Salt
I dreamt of salt
and woke with my mouth watering.
I dreamt of salt
and awoke in a blanket of sweat
and the scent of the sea
clogging my nostrils.
I dreamt of salt
and woke up bitter.
Going With The Tides
Going With The Tides
A Haiku Pair
Loneliness sometimes
lingers like cold in your bones
and damp in your soul,
even when the tides
that washed it up have long since
moved to other shores.
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
(a Haiku)
It wasn’t the whole
truth, but half-lies can be more
honest anyway.
Letting The Sunshine In
Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path
And my windows are stark in comparison
Too high to show into my soul
Where my bare windows make more sense:
That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon
Falls directly on my sorrows
And is the only thing that reminds me of home.
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
(A Haiku Quintet)
I had given my
heart to someone who
didn’t
didn’t
know how to hold it.
Instead, they cradled
it like an adolescent
with a stranger’s
child:
child:
awkward and uneasy,
with a fear of falling
head first and snapping.
I gave my heart to
someone who didn’t
quite want
quite want
it and was surprised
when they gave it back.
They said to keep it
safe, but
safe, but
their fingers left
bruises.
bruises.
Chennette
I was born like a chennette:
My green mother-
sliced open down the middle,
And me- squeezed out.
Pink, sticky, sour.
Drowning
Drowning
(A Haiku Pair)
(A Haiku Pair)
I am drowning. You
have oversaturated
me, but I need it.
You overwhelm me.
I gasp for air but choking
never felt so good.
The Sea
The waves sang the same siren song that had lulled me to sleep as a child
and I swore that this time I fathomed them
I tasted the subtle warmth of the salt in the air
And I let the openness of the water trick me into thinking I could grasp her
But as the grey of dusk fell away into night
the dark of the sea stopped revealing the secrets of her depths
It was then that I learned the truth
We never stop fearing the unknown