Conviction in the kitchen;
deception in the bath.
Collections of diction;
"remembered from the path."
I overheard your lips say everything you fear.
Pushing away what's near.
Everything you love
Leave me awake.
Disinterring railroad stakes
Caught halfway under the bridge - I didn't know the paint was red.
I didn't know.
Modern dance about the spoken word;
putting syllables on the traffic and birds
in the photographs you took of the sky
holding on to the time you said you lied and then said it was alright.
Standing there on the borderline
Alright, alright ... alright ... alright..
I toss and turn and weep and weave.
I found secret dying things in the mud under the leaves.
Holding on, swimming through the spaces that you breathed
on my neck out in the street
wind whistling through the cracks in the walls.
Reach out to catch nothing at all.
I leave the window open.
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