I'm here

That night I wrote you
In the back stoop at the bar
The string lights dancing.
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I typed on my phone
I wrote 'my reality,
My worst enemy.'
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You did not seem shocked.
You care for me every day
You hold my body.
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I miss my dear friends
The ones I see seldom of
Yet are close at heart.
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The cherry blossoms
Have been sighted, their petals
Delicate as silk
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My friend is pregnant.
Imagining this baby
Completely adored.
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Lore can't hear me-
Veronica has become
Our new translator.
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He is a strange man
He nods a lot and blinks as
If to speak silence.
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The small girl came up
And in her delicate way
Flowers in my palm.
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It's strange to watch friends
Falling into a rhythm
Starting their families.
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I'm viewing this life
understanding Dickinson
Sitting by windows.
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Elevem haiku's
For the past twelve day, isn't
Too shabby I'd say!

(making this umber 12)

she can not hear me,
she bruises easily, she
whispers prophecy.

Tuesday's have no worth.
You neither like nor dislike
They mearly exist.

fri.-mon.

Yesterday I slept
I have excuses for this
And need not explain

I suppose that this
Dealing with pain and sickness
Is a guideline too.

The room got painted
It would have been nice to see
It three month ago.

Earths plates are shifting
It's been shaking steadily
The ground erupts down.

I ache everywhere.
My muscles are screeching like
Starving black vultures.

HUMPDAY

occupational
hazardous metal shards fly
bringing your eye home

TWO TUESDAYS

The bedroom is dark
Nine A.M rain lagging like
A haunting mistress.

I like watching you
Whipping up an Italian
Dish, made for TV.

FOUR MONDAY

It rains here march spring
It's in between temperatures
The tree buds sprout green.
=
It feels quite strange here
Realizing these walls have
Made my home unclear.
-
I hate itchy ears
There is nothing to be done
For shifty bodies
-
A blob like circle
Spread neatly on its side like
A bed of flowers.

I

More than anything
I wish for music, to sooth
This aching within-

II

She sat there frozen
Bewildered that i should know
Mouths being sewn closed.

III

I feel if I come
And watch your moving truck load
I surely shall frown.

IV

This week has been long
The sense of being pulled down
Under a rip tide.

I am making up
For all the lost time and words
All of it spilled now.

Almost gone you are
Your trucks rolling down routes
You'll make children soon.

There are floods outside
Google forgot my password
How seldom I'm here

Been sucking cough drops
Ignoring emails and phone
Must get prescription.

To making wishes
To beautiful songs
To remembering tearful beauty.

it's hard to be back
the days rolling into none
words transpiring.