Wednesday, January 27, 2016

from per. 1 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Color-covered chocolates
the size of four pearl beads,
melted together.

We're melting together

around a plastic round table,
around a game of Apples to Apples,
in the comfort of my living room.


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You fought and struggled,
resisting my wants,
my needs--your own
wants & needs.

I laid you down to
rest next to me.

I woke up upset
to a half dead phone.


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Fresh Beta Fish
sort of like a blank,
luke-warm soup,
with the consistency
of a tough sausage.
Except the sausage
consists of eyes and
fins.

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