163. always / never
Poetry

163. always / never

* I didn’t understand it, couldn’t fathom the reckless wastefulness of running in circles to the point of dizziness sheltered in between the glass panels of a revolving door that was our life – always on the run, always bridging the same distance, always going forwards by going backwards, always never standing still. I didn’t … Continue reading

155. memo (I’ve broken up with your parking space and your LinkedIn account, just so you know)
Poetry

155. memo (I’ve broken up with your parking space and your LinkedIn account, just so you know)

I’ve broken up with your parking space, with your 24/7 convenience store, with your next-door neighbors. With the bulb in the hallway no one ever thought to replace, so I always tripped over your welcome. With the uneven space between the first few stairs of your staircase. With your rusty mailbox. With your tacky window … Continue reading

153. (close enough)
Poetry

153. (close enough)

* Baby powder, old cologne, clean sweat, stale tobacco. Hard liquor. No one but you could’ve carried that scent around broken summer days: half innocent, half murderer. I could always find you, the dog that I am. Tonight though, as I burn with the fever of words, I catch a whiff, teasing, rising from my … Continue reading