Little Things Realized

Telling the truth and apologizing when I’m wrong are the only things that ever made me feel clean.
A little ring is a powerful thing, when the words wrapped around your finger with it demand so much.
I am unsure of what we ought to do next.
I’ve started writing a book and that scares the shit out [...]

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It’s cold and dark today
and . . .
I can feel Fall creeping in–
that familiar urge to curl up on the couch
notebook in my lap
exploring myself
There’s new territory to uncover
and the old seems finally uninhabited
by anyone–
I had always hoped it would be
all of us smiling
or
none of us at all
Carl asked me to be his wife
(specifically choosing [...]

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back and forth
the words come and go
meanings misplaced
picked up
and placed again properly
I’m piecing myself together again
into someone made of all the same parts
I ever was
only finally fitting together

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wasted

let it be a lesson
in waste
garbage given
garbage received
useless
effortless
easier than nothing
but bringing out no one’s best
fuck me is right
I wanted to be everything
and everything I ever said
I meant
in the almost end
it was the things I couldn’t say
that forced off the mask I wear
when I’m sure I know what’s best
in the end
it was the things you said
that [...]

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Lines

Poetry wakes up
while I tidy the kitchen
and plan a day at Butterfly
The flowers on the table
don’t just wear their color
they sing it
I am watching the future
float above my head
in rainbow soap bubbles
trying to decide which ones to pop . . .

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Blip

my fingertips tingle with the past week
but there’s no life left in the subject
no passion to breathe into the words
so they’ll play their story across the page.
if you want to read this one
you’ll have to go back to the past
which does, it would seem,
simply repeat.

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