Tuesday, March 10th, 2009
i am tenor and trembling, and if i could build you this city with my bare hands you would understand the density of the hollow between my shoulder blades
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i am tenor and trembling, and if i could build you this city with my bare hands you would understand the density of the hollow between my shoulder blades
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Tuesday, July 1st, 2008last night, before you came to bed, i dreamt about the ocean. there were children and lovers and hopeful mothers and it was a funny time of year (when the sun sets so slow and all you can hear is wind). the calligraphic clouds draw fearlessly from our strength, and ...
we won’t hurry now
Monday, June 23rd, 2008pull me down hard, drown me in love. just maybe, maybe, slow and steady crowns me queen, swing swing, and melt me like dreams, the way you move lately, i'm rising like wintry steam between the cracks of the concrete street, i'm making holes in the floor of my distrust, ...
ashes to ashes
Friday, June 6th, 2008you took love and bottled it up. you forced carbonation into my heart and left me in the backseat of your car. i am that explosion that occurs with a mixture of sunlight, and yet jagged pieces of me still cling to our marmalade storm. -- a note of resignation hangs in ...
the first in flight
Thursday, May 8th, 2008the first evening, i felt cold. your movements lengthened across the floor and i watched as the clutches of your occasional grin swept girl after girl into your billowing sails (more often, i'd imagine you were a pilot, and that my left side was your wind) sometimes my long waits were melancholy, and ...
of rivers and men
Monday, April 28th, 2008i. your army-green jacket's sleeves sit awkwardly against the surface of my skin while its collar peeks around my shivering shoulders the leather couch smells like leftover fireplace ashes from winter while the air smells like slow-coming (ambling) spring after w(h)etting our cheekbones with curiosity, the colorado river sleeps beneath our feet. rachmaninoff's weary ...
swan song
Thursday, April 10th, 2008last year. Monday, April 16, 2007. In the past six months, I have found that most of the time I try to breathe myself to sleep and hope that in the morning I'll still be numb enough to survive. Last night, the stars out in Westlake whispered your name as my ...
fireworks and pavement
Monday, March 31st, 2008we watched the fireworks rain down over the lotus-shaped skyscrapers. you looked at me with heated eyes, and i remembered our fearless silences. staring out the window, no end in sight, just road and volcano, just fire and light.
dicen que el amor siempre llega en septiembre
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008when i drive in this city past midnight, my ears are filled with the tumbling echoes of broken love songs. the traffic lights change like the landscape of my heartache as i dig up the past once again. IV. grey blue eyes like the palm of wintry morning new york skies your knuckles are spanning ...