that's mrs. mediocrity to you

for days now i’ve thought of almost nothing else
words swim across the page in gently flowing rivers
the sun bleeds itself dry as it vies for my attention

a pebble in my shoe strives to become a nuisance
minutes and hours unfold themselves and flatten
a penny rolls across the floor and lies there

still

everything i’ve ever felt rises to the surface
i seek out stars and find nothing but glitter
a flower in a purple vase begins to wilt

vines grow through the wall that acts as support
a green leaf turns crimson and spins to the ground
water laps at the shores of forgiveness

quiet

from directly above, the peak of a mountain
is only one shade lighter than the valley

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the hope is that life will get better

that change is something more than a word

that working my way through odd-shaped days

head down, back breaking

will be worth it, in the end.

only there is no end,

it’s all a circle

hamster wheel squeaking loudly

when all i want is to sleep

and i laugh at myself

as i pretend to know

to not know

everything that i know

which is nothing

or less than

today.

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so much resistance

always pressing up
against a sky
that refuses

to show us who we are

colorblind we rage

at impossible sunsets
and mercurial momentum

as inertia
holds us steady

in the knowledge
that a shadow
is incapable

of lies

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they go into town every sunday
for breakfast

choosing one of two places at whim
leaning back into old familiars
smiling at neighbors old as family

he always orders bacon, she likes rye

their two hearts
have run the gauntlet
of this life this love this ritual
and survived

she makes him tea every day at 4:00
he still trusts perfect strangers

they have this land, ten thousand sunsets

and one perfect smile

between them

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we think we can change
who we are
alter the course
of our own
blank history
rise above
the track
we are on
split hairs
and
make deals
walk through
the end
to new
beginnings
with each step
we start again
but this
circumference
without corners
holds us in
keeps us out
fingertips
always falling
short
of center

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has hovered
for days now
shrouding my vision
with arbitrary
thought.

gravity pulls
on the ribbon
of existence,
unties the bow
that makes it
pretty.

i can open
everything
that holds
me

but instead
i leave that box
sitting
on a shelf
in the corner

dust-coated
to prove
i have not
been there.

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{august break no. 30}

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i drove
in circles
through a town
called hope
to get to this
ink black
blue dark
place
where a
loon’s laughter
echoes off
tales spun by
the milky way
while the rest
of the stars
lay their
weary heads
down
on a mirror
of infinity’s
reflection.

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{august break no. 23}

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the rainy afternoon
that calls you outside
to sit still and
listen
for echoes of rainbow
in shapes of thunder

the tiny white spider
that slides down, down,
down
an invisible thread
to hover and spin
at your side

the slip and drift
that make it possible
to blindly dive through
silence
while wishing to be
nowhere

but here.

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today i am also over at vision & verb
with some thoughts on washing the dishes

{august break no. 16}

i’ve begun to revel
in my blisters.

they are evidence
of mortality,
documents of despair,
monuments to motion.

they are mine.

i earned them,
i asked for them,
i paid for them.

i cannot move forward
without them.

and beneath the
worn leather
that created them,
they’ve acquired
the importance
of god.

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{august break no. 9}

in honor of your death

i have burned the mountain

for it was you
who walked beside me
etching creases on my face
to bring me courage

you who wrapped
love’s first seed
in scarlet paper,
held it up
against the sky
to bring me home

you who left me separate
but never quite alone
to teach me the faults
of observation

i watched as
embers cooled
and turned to stone

walked among them
choosing shapes
of heart and
hollow memory

until i came
to gnarled stumps
and saw you
standing

eyes sorry
for the comfort
you had made

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