I used to shed skin and hang it up in my closet
Figured it would come in handy when i met someone from high school or grade school or from my former neighborhood where i had that squabble
mostly i used them for parties
sour mood
stoked to be alive
awesome
designated driver
or for bored nights
or lonely night- my favorite nights
I’d squeeze down into a former life and write poetry
Travel in the darkness
that angular beast
who knows us as well as our mothers
no, better
deeper and darker in places we hide from the world
He was lean of face
and wise in ways of women
he was my first kiss-
his second for the night
and we fell hard
Tangled Soul love
everything hurts when i think of him
the arthritis of such love
playback has no context
just aching where he once was
We’re willing ourselves into a moment lost
simplifying our poems into stray thoughts
as if a summer storm can be as grand as a hurricane
and it can
and it can
through the right eyes
in the right hands
Smaller and smaller like bubbles through a wand
we see ourselves upside down
as the evening wears on
dressed in purrs and promise
a sundown on all things grand
Sirens slip past my house
drawling down the avenue
i yawn
what chaos endures on such a cold night
i snap awake
is my husband home
How your lips are soft within your beard
The walk when our hands shied away into one another
as if they were home before we were
how you breathe into my chest when you are tired
into my lips
eyes locked
when you’re awake
how you wake up like nothing’s the matter
the storm of hair from a nap
how good you look in blue and gray
the challenge of debate
the miscarriage
the long, long illness
how broad your shoulders are
how much you carried
A spiral of scarf keeping her head on straight through the running a rash of microwave beeps censor his outburst the popcorn spins
The glowering sun steps away he stretches far stars within his grasp and relaxes quivering molecules his native tongue something like this silence chancer changer danger us slipping tenses becoming something like this motion moment tum Tim tum dum founded in excelsior’s day oh mounds sounds bonded to a ray pulling a tooth something like that she asks frowning framing the moon with her fingers
Every time she moves
his breathing becomes shallow
the giant bear snore dies into a rumble
builds again as fire crackling through a log
then shifts once more as she snuggles down down down
into his chest
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