Jan 9

When I say, I love you.

I am also saying, Thank you for your fucking grace.

For what is love if not this unswung sword?

Everyday

I hone the blade myself,

release the hilt into your open palm,

point:

here, or

here, or

here.

Knowing you could, but won’t.

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Jan 8

Here is the fenced park. Here is the leash. Here is the bowl of clean water. Here is the key to the house. Here is the family heirloom. Here is the high school yearbook. Here is the scab. Here is the deleted photograph. Here is the unsent message. Here is…

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Apr 2, 2021

remember the apple and the tree. good.

back straight. open chest. PROJECT.
I am the disappointing harvest.
LINE.
I AM THE DISAPPOINTING HARVEST.
good.

where are your props?
where are your props?
where are your props?
one empty pill bottle, one half-eaten meal, one undelivered apology text. good.

reprise the…

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Feb 14, 2021

‘I haven’t touched another human in eleven months!’

  1. Holds hands five inches apart. I love you this much.
  2. Together for now!
  3. Presents jar of pickles. Sighs. Reads from note. You mean a great dill to — okay you know what, just take the fucking pickles.
  4. Be my rebound?
  5. Did it hurt when you crawled your way out of…

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