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I am living for
the second time,
and it is harder than
the first.
I feel spoilt
as an apple
dappled with bruises
and rot;
sodden with small
stains
and discarded skin.
there,
the wine-coloured oval
that your thumb fits into
just exactly—
the rest of your fingers
left their blunders
on the other side.
it is nothing compared to
what I have done to myself.
the second time,
and it is harder than
the first.
I feel spoilt
as an apple
dappled with bruises
and rot;
sodden with small
stains
and discarded skin.
there,
the wine-coloured oval
that your thumb fits into
just exactly—
the rest of your fingers
left their blunders
on the other side.
it is nothing compared to
what I have done to myself.
Literature
Serenissima
Slumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
Literature
remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
Literature
New Year's Day
The first winter was composed of sleeping,
flower-like, but this second is like prowling
the gap between feeling and thinking;
limbering up the dawn, unscarfed, uncoated,
with my head like a getaway bag, hastily packed,
a floppy trammel of tossed lists: lists of lies
told and believed that have since
turned into calcitrate in unsunned cloisters,
and I should know the dawn because I've seen it,
and I should know the gap because I populated it
with crows and left-behind items of clothing.
It was like dismantling a spiral staircase
step by step, leaving a sequence of hollows
stripped of the season's riverly cadence.
So I have my
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Oh so very poignant. It settled deep within me and bruised me from within. It could have been much more emphatic, much more brutal, but the subtlety is what makes it have an even larger impact.