movies

Some nights I wakeat midnight and can’t feel myself.I don’t know where my breath stems or where it ends.For hours, this way:Huffing, puffing, sighing,Flitting in and out of dreams of plane crashes–Where, dancing in my mind’s eyeis some kind of senseless tragedyEvery night.The only kind of movie my brain makes–The kind that leaves meFull of…

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the second loss

The anniversary can pass unnoticed, but the body remembers. The pall is cast over sunny days. The chest is tight at the sight of sun on bare trees, the smell of bulbs bursting under cold earth. Somehow the anniversary escaped you, but the grief exploded within, shadows dancing in the mind’s eye–church basements, rehearsing songs…

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