STABILISE

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Tag: Poem

  • On the Topic

    On the Topic

    We were talking around the subject,

    but this way or that, there were words.

    They stood like pillars, monuments of ink.

    The sky turned. Pale blue to a strange scarlet.

    I wanted to say.

    That’s the value of a breath. I imagined you

    with a defibrillator. I imagined you. Even the last

    days hold poetry.

    Especially them, who are we kidding.

    Loss is what loss does. I have been carved. I thought

    I could become blood for you. Some flesh. Some framework

    with Headings and subheadings and context and code. Sometimes

    it’s the palm.

  • On the Subject of Time

    On the Subject of Time

    We were building hollow blocks, figuring out how to

    make them sit neatly next to each other. We were flip

    and we were flop and we ended up with our noses pressed

    close enough for a stranger to wonder if we were about to

    hold hands. So we did. We held hands in the dark until your

    eyes pulled shut. There were stars.

    I have always been a universe unto myself. I have always been

    in servitude. What way is the best way? Whose ethical turn is this?

    The grey area is where you and I become steam.

    We’re sinking through stone now. We’re collaborating.

    There’s mold. We laugh. By now, you and I have seen enough to know

    what would pull us apart and what wouldn’t. What we could talk about

    in the dark, sink each other’s noses into sleeves, not feel the need to hide

    because it’s actually okay to feel. To feel very deeply. To always think about

    the ocean. A shadow in the dark, tendrils wet.