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to be quiet with (haiku)

love that man to be
quiet with; that man who can
understand silence.

untitled 100 (heat makes the city old)

and the city
becomes immersed in
a heat that
steams hair to curls
settles in with
one heavy
harumph, such
a grumpy old man
his joints
reacting
instinctively
to oppressive air
with a crackle.

turn the other cheek (haiku)

you can find out why
when the night smacks you around
… you know, you know… begin.

Socialite on a Ferris Wheel

lambent dress laps
carnival lights
glowing in colors of a diamond
she rides
high above
spooning honeysuckle and
wearing fireflies
flippant.

and in Denmark
they pour another
Royal Bermuda Yacht Club.

insecurity

it takes a quiet
tear
to track the ways
silence
highlights every
wrinkle

these insecurities
are
the way fog rolls
down
from the tops of
mountains

online stalking

the keys
allow my fingers
to stroke your
face without
you knowing,

finds me watching
every twitch
the phone makes
each post a secret message
to decipher

each click click
a gentle massage
and oh the tap taps
the best type of
caress.

the desire to be thin

only only only
if i could
look like you
it would be
so
thrilling
what it must be like
to have
those stares
those flowering words
those bones
so
light as air.

traveling around the world

my first time around the world
i had short hair
and packed every lotion and anti-wrinkle cream
till my white t-shirts
stained brown
and i had to leave
a piece in every country.

my second time around the world
hair had more split ends tied back
and my pack held what i learned
from those
wandering souls on the
road more worn than i had
ever originally guessed.

now… i am wandering, hanging out
and my hair is a wild kingdom of creatures
living quite contently with me
barefoot, light weight as air
each step
leaves an imprint
till bit by bit i’m gone.