A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
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A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.
“If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”
I remember hearing this from a woman
whose face and name I’ve long forgotten,
sitting a few seats away from myself
in our little circle…
I wake late to find him gone again
Boots gone with him, but favourite things remaining
I love this name of mine,
This name of no other;
This name I can’t — won’t! — kill
Just to satisfy…
You, far away,
have uncurled your fist for the gentle one
who travels so far,
day after day,
to climb into your palm.
I searched under dead leaves
Then in snowbanks
Then in the muddy farmers’ fields
Slick with damp autumn rain
I searched under my shared bed
Then on the highest bookshelves
…