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Bathtime

I don’t know what I’ll remember
about you when you were two
but I hope it’s the way your hand
curls up like it’s holding moonlight
on the surface of the water
while your other hand is carefully
pouring bathwater from a red cup
with holes on the bottom which captures
your beautiful attention and holds it
like moonlight on the surface of the waves.

+0

A dictionary of silences
would be all space and diacritic,
but how ever-useful, however heavy.

In the distance between friends
a silence can stretch like a soapskin,
defining a least geometry, the least that must be said.

Positive and negative zero share a
gene with silence, a cousin, whose
signed magnitude is Gemini in January sky.

Lunar Calendar

how sad for the moon
who turns her face ever toward us
but because of our own vicissitudes
whose shadows we cast upon her
we speak of her only in terms of phases.

Oh waxing, waning, new, full moon,
Oh constant admirer,
Oh pathetic satelite, envy the comets,
Envy the stars.

uncle

unadulterated undulate at red
unvarnished vanish under
unedited tied nude
unrestrained starred ennui
uncharacteristic anarchistic truce

Awake in the night’s pocket

awake in the night’s pocket,
the night’s pocket watch,
chained to the night’s belt with silver,
closed like a clam on the thigh of the night,
buffed and burnished by the night’s course stride,
the night’s subtle jewelry both worn and worn,
the night’s comfortable burden,
awake in the night’s pocket,
awake in the night’s pocket,
awake in the night’s pocket.

True love

What each was in love with was the other’s aspirations,
And each loved the other from the heart of the better self.

Immolsify

In my story, the Phoenix is not a bird but a moth with wax wings.