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The breeze was a tender thing;
he was glistening and nut brown.
The grass sank before his blade
like resignation.
He cut a wider arc than mine-
I watched his muscles slide
in swing and stride;
grass fell before and to the side.
Two dogs dripped, panting beneath the trees.
Blades shushed with every pass, till all was done.
With the field set low in the heavy afternoon,
we swallowed fear, we raised our eyes.
he was glistening and nut brown.
The grass sank before his blade
like resignation.
He cut a wider arc than mine-
I watched his muscles slide
in swing and stride;
grass fell before and to the side.
Two dogs dripped, panting beneath the trees.
Blades shushed with every pass, till all was done.
With the field set low in the heavy afternoon,
we swallowed fear, we raised our eyes.
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jamais
the truth, as staunch and without ornament
as I can make it,
is that I did not want your love,
your voice rattling like the hoary whispers
of stars;
your dreams (rustling like cattails
and half-extended to meet mine)
were as foreign to me
as moonlight, concealed
in its various robes.
your sucking fireflies,
neon mothish words meant to draw me in,
flurried uselessly about me.
but now that your attempted eloquence
is more akin to the wick of a lamp,
charred and drowning in oil,
I may vaguely nod my head.
Literature
After Tuesday
Elizabeth,
I will not live like this anymore.
Not anymore.
There's a small Universe to the West,
that sits idle in Autumn,
I will be there.
Hinged on all sides,
by suicide maples
that fall from the trees like droplets of blood,
and that old Raven
(the blackbird that taught us Canasta
on the lawns by Cedars Lodge,)
he hovers quietly above me there, in the azure sky
like a guardian,
and those two shining moons Elizabeth,
the ones we happened upon
through the windowpanes,
between our screams and shouts last Tuesday night,
in this Universe, those moons weep misty vanillas
across a falling horizon and I am free,
yes, I will
Literature
Ciertos
In the wake of multiple futures we break apart.
You find the point where the sun rises
solamente al cielo and I go to the river
where wind falls into my watery eyes
and cascades over the back of my neck
and here I know how life throbs
caught in flesh, I know the hearts
of lonely people sin alas tenues
serpentine and thrashing.
You had given me a full look, a look with all
the cycles in it, a look that made
Hudsons of my jawlines, por supuesto
we were serendipitous, and
I couldn't keep my hands off you
and sure, it was temporary para siempre
but we will return to classic rock
and Atlantic conversations,
I will return to kis
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