negotiations

 

The trick was
           to disappear
simultaneously
                   without words,
                                       effort or a glance.
- joshua marie wilkinson, lug your careless body out of the careful dusk

all children are sad,
but some get over it
- Margaret Atwood, morning in the burned house


thank god someone wrote this song

and you heard it in the car, yesterday
and called

you said,
I have not met someone worth loving
in a long time

you said,
to love someone is to build on the slippery slope
of your own conviction



I have not yet forgotten how to be lonely.

I’ve been fighting the dawn, pink tipped,
where the white sand touches the grasping fingers of the sea

you hold my hand like I am about to fall,
the hole between us closed now,

nevermind what fell out

I replace my left hand with
your left hand

you hold yourself,
and laugh