white line
affliction
you raised the
worst of me
without even trying
fault line
disciplined anger
carved a way out
or back in
midnight braille
and the just sun
borrowed the moon to
accentuate you
9/30/16
9/24/16
i should have known
she hits me like a love song
like a country duet
like a jazz quartet behind
the voice of Norah Jones
she wears me casually
drops her words right next to me
and walks away
with a smile as she goes
she leaves me like a season
my days move along to the
hummings of a love song
she is always with me
i should have known
love’s the same as
love that changes
and life will rearrange us
we are here
we are gone
9/23/16
discussion of ants
its been raining so much
even the ants have given up construction
forming thin flows of traffic
from a pinhole in the window sill
up the wall
across the ceiling
down the wall
over wire shelving
into an old shoebox of forgotten photographs
collecting dust in the corner of the closet
it took a destructive mindset
and cruel intentions for me to
follow them that far
but i overheard them mumbling
chit-chattering about the weather
bitch-grumbling about moving
so instead of killing them
i just let them suffer
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