My eyelids sag like melting wax,
I can’t remember the last time we slept,
just the two of us, without any stress.
I listen to you struggling the whole night
and in your head I reckon there are battalions
ready to fire at the first sign of peace.
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I am acquainted with departure.
From the ether I pull another thread
and cut it to the quick
with the hope that it will later calcify.
Nostalgia demands that I
surrender my blood in pursuit.
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I am intimate with betrayal.
My heart is more bone than flesh.
For every truth I have told
there is a lie just as big.
I kick at stones with a broken shoe.
I wonder if I’ll die prematurely
and I wonder if there ever comes
a time when through is through.
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The street is lined with my castoffs,
Masks for the weekends,
uniforms for the week.
There are more revenants here
than there are graves to express.
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The world is always
10 steps ahead.
I take a cleansing breath
it stutters on the way out
like a dream that won’t relent.
How can I go on day after day
being human when I’ve lost my taste for it?