crush

opening my eyes in the morning is often like the elevator doors opening after a solo ride from the top floor of the sears tower down to the fifth floor i've been comfortable for some time, enjoying a not-too-hot not-too-cold pleasant temperature and some instrumental music in dim lighting and solitude and then the doors... Continue Reading →

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just quit

Spare me the sermon if sin is all you can see in your  neighbor on the road. Spare me the words of salvation if you're too busy to relieve him of his load. Don't waste your breath speaking of Christ the savior if you think your politics is what will save us. Don't waste my... Continue Reading →

finding it

it is not in the tone of his biceps nor in the definition of her legs but in the tone of their voices and the definition of chesed* she keeps him honest he lifts her self-esteem she holds his attention he's the source of her gleam he forgets all else when she enters the room... Continue Reading →

keeping it

if she drops it he picks it up if his fingers are slipping she takes the reins if he's soaked from the rain she dries his clothes if she's tired from the laundry he gets the dishes their best dishes are joint ventures their best days are together their best accomplishments are teenagers he paddles... Continue Reading →

hitting it

she laughs out of the blue and only he knows why she interrupts his drivel and he smiles at her charm she mimics his music and he enjoys her voice he loudly rearranges the dishwasher and she quietly adds the forgotten soap he's not interested in talking and she encourages his two wheel therapy he... Continue Reading →

missing it

she turns away again and he retreats she calls and he can't talk she asks and he doesn't hear he gestures but she doesn't see he offers but she is distracted he speaks but the wind carries his words away they love by different means each gives but neither receive both stay because both believe... Continue Reading →

shadows

Shuffling about and mumbling but often arriving early, his presence is consuming dark, brooding and burly. Even for those prepared he shows up unexpected, smearing salt into the wounds of relationships neglected. Suspicious shadows precede him and linger long after; allow a smile nearby and he'll make guilt out of laughter. In the cloudiest or... Continue Reading →

traffic

Dark, dank, moldy cell Back of truck, personal hell human cargo is not the past still alive, spreading fast she wakes up, sees the day wishes she hadn't just wanted to play edge of yard seemed safe enough he was friendly when he drove up offered her money to go for a ride in a... Continue Reading →

getting up

Upped my lexapro. How it works I don't know. World was dim hard to go out, like my head was full of phlegm. stumbling around in the dark for a key to a door that's already open.* Upped my lexapro and I wake up hearing the morning trill of the birds flitting about in the... Continue Reading →

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