fleeting thoughts
an attempt to catch the moments that pass me by
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Gone Postal: Maps
Girls should come with maps. He says. With directions.
Like, kiss her here by the curve of her shoulder. Snuggle only when waking. At night she kicks the covers off. Prefers honey with tea. Puts lemon in everything. Likes lavender, peas, Spanish wine. Hates flowers, chocolate, bad dreams. Will…
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Gone Postal: Maps
Your sentences are always too short. They end before I learn the color of your boyhood bicycle, the taste of birthday cake where you grew up, or how you felt the first time you saw a mountain. When I ask about your day and you say okay, I do not know if you mean it was okay like the dinner at…
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THREE AND SIX AND FIVE: 319/ September 21, 2011 - Properties
I know, I know, I know I’ve said I was a body of water, liquid to your touch and harbor to your name, but it also meant I could not be contained.
I love the way water loves, yes, I fill spaces in you that you thought no longer existed: here, a lost love for maps, an ignited rapport with music,…
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THREE AND SIX AND FIVE: 323/ of time
Ignore the alarm this time, darling, I plead with my eyes but we’re both too awake to rekindle sleep. How cruel is it that we have lost all our mornings. We wake when it’s too late for early birdsong trailing behind the whispering of dawn. Instead, the city is alive and uptight before us,…
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Gratitude
That this was never a solo endeavor from the start was something that gave me so much to live for and even more to strive for.
I thank God for sending people my way just at the most opportune times.
Thank you Lord for all those who I walked with, talked to and those who lend an ear. Thank you for the help that came in the most unexpected packages, in the most unpredictable forms and at the times that all hope seemed lost.
I can never be thankful enough.
