“rewrite”

existence revises occasionally
expanding, the often touted
building up – more cut
than construct, chaff, fat,
carved meat of carrying on.

again, more to say
in fewer words.
the old statues were
painted, we think.

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“Recollected”

you could work with nights like this
where the memories are blurred
and the rain is underwhelming
and you miss midafternoon coffee.

there’s a dosage you remember
that dealt with nights like this,
but they were all long ago
dead in different / same problems,
now her face is blurred
her fingertips are waxy,
waned with all the words
I’ve stuttered through since.

“Encounter”

spines straight
curled, thumbed
hair scattered
unbrushed
following fingertip
walkings, wasting
time and waists
walked around
with closed eyes
broken chests
and black
ink, pooling
pressed together
palms, trying
failing, holding,
dropping

i lost words.