Tuesday, December 06, 2016


this small rain in endless fields

this afternoon like breaking glass

like slow desperation or the
stuttering movement from
stop sign to stop sign

no music
no painting no belief in
anything but these objects i
can hold or throw away

or a smile

a gesture

my naked body against yours
in a stranger's room at the
end of everything and then the
luminous weight of salvation

this idea that whatever
we have will be lost

the simple fucking joy

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