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I.

yes, you did.

 

            your expectations are:        funny.                      

I crumbled along side

you against

wall

 

            our June first began

coy introduction

smiles

a slight embrace

to know you

 

            by the second,

                        I felt your lips pressed hard against mine

                                                                                    vampires only come out at night

 

yes, I fear. I spoke to this.

yes, you did.

 

magpie whispers: we’ve been hurt before

                                    so we hurt

                                                a whole body of selves

                                                                        even when we

 

close the cautionary door

a loud ax swings

breaks the sign

fire & water

a semblance

in the way fire flows

drowning acres

 

 

                                    you can call space avoidance

                                                while I take the cue

                                                            to ask: preguntas of friends

                                                            instead of trust, trust, trust

taken by:  a drunken night

                       

still, wanted to believe:

 

clipped lavender

to see you smile

 

you said:

 

friend, breakdown

signs tell more than

 

I’m willing to believe

                                                            to heal

                                                                        a catch word: I gargle, wash out 

                                                                                    salt and tequila

II.

it’s day three: tears, morning-death dreams

 

day two: I sat and cried: alcohol

 

caught the saltwater

you wanted to see flow

                        from a writer

 

confused                                                                    palabras

float

 

sink

float

 

                                                chanting: trust, trust, trust

your experience: Trust Trust Trust

yes, you did.

 

trust the past, before giving the present a chance

to pass

the exam

fails to show my heart beats breakdown

 

who—where—how— 

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The Sound of Silence: II

II.

You can

if you want

hang head over

laps of dry skin

dark leg hair

grab, pinch and snip each strand

gathers

in                 between               wood

 

Thoughts of June

reunited honeymoons

broken aching hearts

spin: bend at the knees

lift one leg up

pointed toes

flex in, swing

land

really… everything is fine

there’s an itch

it will

go away again

it will

come back again