He fits in here like this place was built to take his luggage and hand him a room key.
There’s been absolutely no interruption.
It’s been like adding nicer pillows and better towels.
Having him here feels like we got new refrigerator magnets, but these ones have words of encouragement and not casual reasons to give up and find rope.
When you speak, Carlene,
it sounds like you’re electrocuting time
In the car, your talking turns thick,
like you’ve smeared it all over the tires
made your voice gargantuan
Carlene,
you rival nature in self-contained story
with a sound of cawing birds or buzzing flies
now glued here forever
to silently gnaw at my memory
But this one’s adorable
Like, put a button on it
S.O.S.
Call the cabbage patch committee
It’s baby alphabet
I’ve only ever seen it
once
#dontmissit
When you arrived
I poured disappointment all over the table
Drowned the doilies
Drenched the dandelion greens
The frenzy was silent
But the overflow soaked the silverware
It flooded the restaurant
I promise
That bottle got knocked over by accident
Mercy…
The golden days have gone dark
Stuffed into the past
Two years of glory gone
An era extinguished
It was an era of unity, when time transformed
When standard public practice paused
and societal expectations evaporated
Rules crumbled
Collaboration constructed a new reality
The world was brand new
(more…)
as nature’s crowbar cracks the morning open,
do I crowd midnight’s remnant corners?
am I to be found fawning at the back of barren cupboards,
daring time for one more unseen hour?
is the hollow where I burrow destined to be uncovered
at the next gash in the moon?
as the universe is clobbered into halves,
am I as well?
or perhaps I flutter simply, darkness harnessed, contrary to the roach
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