newness

  • January’s Salt

    An oddly mild month January has been, warm like the head of a newborn child,the days brim with potential,flowing, yet tensile. If one was so inclined to break the laminar flow,to seep into the brine,the salty noveltyof new days and due dates and a fresh gaze,they may find it to overflow.  Potential calcifies when its spilled. Collecting over

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  • Outside the Party

    “Let’s go to a party,” you say. Please don’t leave me alone in it, I think. You are inside the party. You are laughing, your face is creasing, you are receiving.  I am outside the party. I am catastrophizing, my throat is closing, my arms are crossed. 

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