Category: Poetry

The Smell of Salt

“We rolled the shoes / over like small, still bodies.”

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Resonance

“Warped, I see not, but glass splashes yester;/Time slows. Gasping, from what nous hang I now?”

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Vigil

“I watch what hovers like genie smoke – the grief –/near ancient tombs of white marble with grey veins,/or gravestones on a desert hill,/images that filter vaguely out of the words we use to mourn./Are you awake?”

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Only Noise

“Small items, their lightness measured by just how many/you can lose and not notice. Imagine if we tucked/all the stinging things to our chests and rocked them quiet.”

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How to Live in a Single

“5. Spot your ex-roommates on campus. Remember their erratic sleep patterns, what they looked like in the mornings. The sounds of their alarms. They’ll ask, how’s the single? You say, great…”

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Cinema

‘This feels like a movie,’ I said./’Yeah?’ you laughed./You never understood/your role.

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Space

“I’m looking/I’m looking/for a love of space/And for that space to love me”

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Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

“Love is a breath, and a surprise, and the common space between two solitudes, and two bodies.”

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Reflections from the Backlog —

“There’s always summer to/think/realize/laze./There’s always summer/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the rest of our lives.”

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Le Syndrome de Paris

“I look out my bedroom window and admire Sacré-Cœur. The clouds inch past, the sky pales, then blushes, and before I know it the Eiffel Tower is alight, flashing like a jolly giant steel Christmas phallus. Every hour on the hour.”

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Martinus Young, I had a crush on you when I was five.

“A quotidian damage. Consolidating into a tiny scar; a crescent moon./Now, that’s the only trace I have left of you, Martinus Young.”

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Latter Genesis

“I don’t make that the answer, because, though mine a fraction of yours,/belief still blossoms when it isn’t too cold.”

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