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We don’t live very long—

the days string all the small things we’ve done, and the prayers between our breaths melt the undoing throughout the years

we don’t have time to reconnect

or think through the happening around us—

listen very closely to the hypertension building in the walls closing in

it’s death around the corner, and you are scribbling memories in yellow notepads that will get burned in housefires

we smell of tented skin and decades of walking on streets where dogs piss and the nervous stranger smiles—

there is no right moment to realize you never stop learning and if you wait too long

you’re just going to keep lying to yourself

and soon you will run out of stories to tell

and soon it will be too late to clean the dishes

soon they will be permanently done by someone else.

#poetry

For a long while, we breathed in the dust— it was you who told me I couldn’t live in a world where G-d was silent.

My grandfather would say, “don’t let me catch you wearing socks in the house!” And now I lost him, too. I wish I listened.

I don’t remember sometimes, and it’s becoming a routine. I will look harder for you. I promise.

#poetry #writing #i miss you

I want you to remember the mud,

how it felt to propel and

catch your breath in flight—

You know what it feels like;

It feels like

you’ve been drowning in fear

and the unknown has just let you

go.

#poetry

If you always wait for

something to carry you over

the hard times, you

might not survive

the travel between

hurt and acceptance.

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I am the moon, crying

to the stars to

cut me loose—

I cycle through farewells

and bleed hallelujah

into every street I

visit.

#poetry

When he looks at me

I am undone— quickly.

I am in love, every day

Of my existence.

I wish you were alive to see

the changing world— I was hopeful for a bit,

I saw the tide and the rapture during

Sabbath’s call, but

no matter how much I miss you

I am glad of your departure today

more than before

(you would have been anguished to know

the graves you once visited are now

spray painted red red red

and the Star of David is muffled with a

gun to its head).

#poetry #nevermore

Follow me, I know the way.

#six word story

Now that the world has fallen once more, do you believe that hatred resides in us all?

We cradle the thoughts of prosperity and strength, but we are not all power, we are a shame to ourselves.

Who here treats life in a feathered form? You are a coward and I am a false entity: we are both a problem, and the tree of which we fed from had withered a long long time ago.

#poetry

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Grate the steel And sit with the feathers Spread out in a blanket Over the browning grass A hall of spectacular undoings

Grandpa sings of smaller times When men had two guns as two arms And few teeth always kept In a tight lock

Trip over a brick Look down

She used to be my neighbor Now she’s in my lungs.

If if if if you

Wish to grow// do it out of necessity for

Water (is a fruitful thing)— we pray

Friday night sunset will come

so we could

Break bread and

Salt the driveway

With our marrow and

Cracked lips// sure,

We have an extra bed

In this big house (but

Don’t push me, I might

Just let you loose.)

#poetry

My person, my man,

I miss you like fire. I’ve

been delusional in your wake— I’ve

seen the creator’s ego and

swallowed its medicines. I picked

up on its survival

off of our mistakes— he is

alone and we are

One.

#poetry

There is a way to be at peace with what is happening inside your head. Tell me that you are in turmoil, and if you are quiet, I will open you a little to the wind so that you may spill in secret.

If you are slipping, feel the gravel spark at your heals and push— let your skin scrape and your vessels heat. It is the first step in releasing your streams.

If you are lingering, feed the cattle and watch them disperse. The smell of Friday increases with electrifying nods from passers-by and fleeting songs (the windows are tinted, but we are watching.)

If you are leaving, please don’t go. The minutes are longer and my greys are larger. I am old and weak when you are far. I am staining my front teeth with lipstick because I am smiling too hard at my reflection, trying to remember what it was like with you staring back.

#prose #poetry