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Take 5 (Syllables)
in my underwear
staircase to the stars
don’t worry about
you catch the lightning
voices and laughter
true love will find you
air makes your skin crack
a love unfilled
electricity
the alfajores
between the hours
I go in circles
here are my remains
not writing about
we pinky promised
important people
glide by unnoticed
stationary stars
dancing on eggshells
taste like promises
you cry every time
I have also missed
on your comforter
octave leap of faith
space in my suitcase
bubbling laughter
bruises on her hand
and I am crying
I cannot love you
shuffle me around
across the windows
forget the cadence
the sting of the cold
since you’ve heard your voice
life drawn out of me
I am always here
because you miss her
her voice sounded like
a month earlier
two borders away
wonder expanding
many more letters
every synonym
your head in the clouds
written in the lights
these are the angels
even though I am
of natural light
you never meant that
slowly and softly
professors of love
dancing in a drought
if I am a god
into my rambling
A slow-moving crowd
while you read the news
what does not exist
you held a boombox
I grin and I glare
tumbled and jumbled
you will only cry
while the world seems to
always about hope
that’s when I miss you
onto your crossed legs
as the greatest blur
black and white and red
kaleidoscope of
my steps forward are
at stranger motion
you are different now
when you feel like you
change like the seasons
quantum mechanics
your poems have become
in time with your tears
the light fell in love
the cities you’ve built
my wasted chances
in the past tense now
shadows on the quad
I could infect you
our shared history
they don’t smell like you
loving in a love
a boy or a night
they had perfected
I am my own line
remaining the same
we are tired and proud
though she made wishes
in the first person
becoming part of
they scream at the stars
the repeated tries
stare at the photo
study middle hues
too busy crying
looking for your face
crack an egg like a
we danced on water
I sigh and I shrug
the seconds with you
the people she loved
to walk in the sun
you love the same way
as your words circle
could not hold on to
her not being there
friends who are not you
readying themselves
you never changed me
paradoxical
love in lavender
the condensation
intoxicated
and turn and return
versions of people
still breathing rhythm
on my morning walk
two tiny crescents
at the home in the way
sexuality
I miss watching you
wishing I was home
these shorts never fit
read more and take baths
and other hard truths
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a telephone line away
always more red than purple
an infection she would spread
back and forth I miss the tides
be a temporary state
because of your birth control
during my time on treadmills
everything’s gonna work out
forgetting your rituals
from needles made for mending
hunched over her piano
I am leaking salt water
I am the worst kind of clock
I cannot leave you behind
I feel sick to my stomach
I missed your afternoon light
I pulled a humpty dumpty
I was kissing your boyfriend
I’m not much of a medal
ideas or metaphors
in my muscles’ memories
in the quiet space between
isn’t it funny like that
it’s funny how we miss things
like the best kinds of candy
live in the geometry
looked at foreign memories
looking like infinity
make up her reality
making artifacts out of
mosaic out of our hearts
my body’s attempts to breathe
nothing else is protected
on a mushroom cloud that leaves
one dimensional fishbowl
opposite of Achilles
reading the parts of ourselves
remember the dance parties
searching for other pockets
she is okay with waiting
she needs to live in the blur
she only writes about love
she wants to want clarity
she wondered if she could talk
sickness in more ways than one
silhouette of two people
stretching out in front of her
the aforementioned yearning
the blur of humanity
the expectation of rain
the release of energy
the sprinklers turn and return
they’re not much of a dance floor
things would sharply realign
waning as her mouth waxes
wanting to cry most often
when I see your poetry
whenever she sees a cross
will not survive what she did
you can only fully have
you don’t give a fuck about
you have killed two mockingbirds
you talk about the weather
you thought you understood her
your groggy morning mumble
your paintbrush and your pages
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Take 5 (Syllables) Again
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you held a boombox
to walk in the sun
two borders away
my steps forward are
stare at the photo
the people she loved
air makes your skin crack
since you’ve heard your voice
as your words circle
when you feel like you
you never changed me
a boy or a night
because you miss her
if I am a god
I am my own line
kaleidoscope of
your poems have become
slowly and softly
too busy crying
dancing on eggshells
of natural light
voices and laughter
could not hold on to
stationary stars
the repeated tries
a month earlier
many more letters
important people
life drawn out of me
the sting of the cold
becoming part of
on your comforter
across the windows
at the home in the way
staircase to the stars
you catch the lightning
electricity
though she made wishes
I cannot love you
our shared history
tumbled and jumbled
they had perfected
we are tired and proud
always about hope
A slow-moving crowd
the seconds with you
these shorts never fit
you are different now
looking for your face
true love will find you
they don’t smell like you
in the past tense now
taste like promises
I miss watching you
a love unfilled
that’s when I miss you
I could infect you
remaining the same
black and white and red
not writing about
what does not exist
even though I am
in my underwear
change like the seasons
while you read the news
the cities you’ve built
these are the angels
in time with your tears
at stranger motion
as the greatest blur
love in lavender
while the world seems to
you will only cry
dancing in a drought
I am always here
two tiny crescents
professors of love
glide by unnoticed
we pinky promised
we danced on water
and other hard truths
space in my suitcase
the condensation
versions of people
in the first person
quantum mechanics
written in the lights
I have also missed
wishing I was home
crack an egg like a
her not being there
her voice sounded like
shadows on the quad
you never meant that
the alfajores
onto your crossed legs
sexuality
wonder expanding
I grin and I glare
bubbling laughter
don’t worry about
intoxicated
forget the cadence
paradoxical
on my morning walk
into my rambling
readying themselves
I sigh and I shrug
your head in the clouds
you cry every time
still breathing rhythm
here are my remains
the light fell in love
you love the same way
friends who are not you
they scream at the stars
study middle hues
read more and take baths
loving in a love
and I am crying
bruises on her hand
every synonym
shuffle me around
my wasted chances
and turn and return
between the hours
octave leap of faith
I go in circles
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