The Living Room


 

The living room
is not exactly an ironic place

to be, looking back at me
from strategically hung

mirrors holding
not what lives here,

but what passes
for living.  The top

of a head, a corner
admiring itself, jade

receiving dawn next

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The Hardest To Let Go,  Miracle of Pipes




The Hardest To Let Go

your hands still appear
in dreams, as if
twelve years haven’t gone
by and I’m accustomed
to their comforts and knowledge
of every soothing callous




 

 

Miracle of Pipes


They…

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