I have often wondered whether there is any beauty to be found
in the midst of feelings such as these:
Regret,
Resentment,
Heartbreak…
In the autumn you go mushrooming
amid the buried bones of spring
Overgrown now with decay
a moldering extant array
of life
From death…
How can nothing generate a conversation?
The emptiness of it all
The startling emptiness of nothing
An unfilled shelf outshines…
I am a proud
“brown girl, hyena loud-mouth, dirty jokes”
Sāmoan Woman…
I know the shape of your affection
when it’s woven in rows of lavender wool.
You said, “I love you.”
I said, “Check your email.”
I know the shape of your…
I weave order out of the daily chaos by listening to Bach
and by hanging out the laundry in rainbow color schemes,
alternating patterns with plain fabric…
I went through like a ghost. I understand how this sounds, how wrong the picture, taken already and missing a figure. Let’s say I didn’t miss you. Would I still pass through the portrait? I saw the people I knew then…
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