Combustion. The old
life in dregs, husk and hull. I
rise, emerge new.
precipice
Determination
causes forgetfulness. A
thought fleeting, is caught.
Daughter
Your wistful heart sparks
a style of self that breathes out
pure come-what-may pluck.
Like Mary.
All these things I store
up in my heart. Insight and
esteem given. Bourn.
our laundry, aired.
it had been months, but
there you were on the tv.
your lies so public.
dropped like a hot potato
I get that I'm not
your love song, but the way you
set me aside? Cold.
someday
I have all these things
to say, but no one to say
them to. They will keep.
when you are left
wordless, you retreat.
a pained smallness settles in,
then becomes so big.
crestfallen
wary, i stare through
the growing span between us.
this is what you want?
a fine line between
Nice versus kind; there's
a difference you know. One
binds. The other frees.