i’ve lost my close eye;
i must appeal
to the vast emptiness inside all of us
late at night
I pour over the thesaurus
for synonyms for universe
are we killers, are we safe?
photography
the cars wait as long as they need to
i’ll rust, they seem to say.
sirens and two by fours and a thick yellow
light covering the herd
pictures start small and get bigger,
this is no mystery
black highways pt. 5
but not until i was in the barnes and noble realizing
i sweat through my clothes
listening to the highway love unlimited album
trying to make out the letters on the tote bag
realizing i wasn’t wearing a mask
that no one was wearing a mask
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gasping
black highways pt.4
a small white white wobbly
metal table
painted white but not having faded
significantly.
no clue what
we were talking about but i woke up
unable to go back to sleep
a break in the drizzle
me, i don’t see much
i’m focused on the feeling
i close my eyes
and wander the cooler airs
the apartment
the apartment created the knowledge of longing
just like dorms
introduced to me the concept
of apartments
i sit up in relief, awake
she says it is cute when i rub my eyes
but believe me,
it stings
All things will pass but not today
Having been forgiven I returned to New York City with no agenda. Having never asked for, expected or been given forgiveness I was ill prepared for how it would feel.
I never considered forgiveness yet was nevertheless surprised at how easy it came or how natural it felt.
How delicate it was and how long it would need to take
To harden
To shell
what becomes of this?
we play under lofts
and years
and the weight of the familiar people outside
you had to be there
forest segments up below never show
i am left with eyes on walls
my anxious fingers unprepare
they draw no map
and find no air when the power
goes out for the night
Sunshine and Wind 