Decisions are made on cellular level,
tiny molecules broadcasting signals
critical damage refuses to heal.

Recovery gives way for alarm.
Defenses are raised; a wall of
repurposed skin grows thick.

Future invaders keep away,
for hearts too, scab like holes
like indifferent pieces of meat.

"Your poems are too personal," he says. "Remove the you; the I. What is left? That's your poem."Imagine this poem ( Read more... )

James, or Jimmy D as we called ( Read more... )

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If I cut eyeholes

between these lines

I can wear these words

and you will never see me.

From the warmth of a Sunday bed ( Read more... )

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tv guide tells me to collect the covers
all the time but I never see
anything worth saving

turn out the light ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm extremely depressed about not getting to talk to Aus at his lunch break. My father wasn't feeling up to driving and wanted me to drive him and my mother somewhere, and we didn't get back until after 3. That makes me very sad. I know I'll see Aus in just a little over two hours, but the day isn't the same without getting to talk to ( Read more... )