He was drinking as he told me
Never lose sense of belonging
In your own life
I am not sure where it started
But my thoughts became uncharted
Miseries
He topped up his cup of tea
And asked if I had ever seen
Paris
Tag: Life
Still Wanting
She told me of the wanting
Running through her veins
That she was always chasing
Yet trying to escape
Whatever was made smaller
Cheaper, better, in grey
She had to have more,
More, more and another
For the days when it might rain
She has but time for work and wanting
Amid the necessities of the day
The food to be got and eaten
The one appointment that cannot wait
She told me that she wondered
If the wanting might go away
If she could be a child
Or at least live that way
It seemed that she remembered
Many far-off days
When she had felt other than wanting
As she wandered and she played
And I wondered, if we were children
Would there be less buying and less waste
Or would there be piles of discarded toys
Instead of shirts and phones and paint
In exchange
I would rather you
Than the worlds I sought
If only you pardon
My yearning
With you
Give me not a hundred kisses but the one
That is nothing I have never breathed before
Ours is the laughter between sheets undone
And made again
Give me not a hundred years but the ones
That I have never lived before, with you
And put off the rise and fall of suns
That go alone
We used to have all the time
Tomorrow does not bring
The things I ask for
I cannot let myself expand
With you; I’ll only miss this more
Tomorrow
On the sidewalks
Sala disdained those
Who let themselves grow
Lax and full with time
Until she found
A new envy in herself
Of the lightness and quickness
Of those with younger faces
Than her own
She belatedly saw
That they were all falling
And she had merely been falling
Slower than most
When the weather is finally good for biking
Summertime, pylons
Block the bike lane once again
Play in the traffic
A world next to ours
If I could tilt my ear
To the world next to ours
If my voice carried
Through the dimensions
We would rewrite loss
And sing on
A new register
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Semi-suburb
Whatever you call it
The city around me
Makes constant noise
Or so I thought
But not everything is noise
The birds, the neighbours
Dissecting gardens
Are not
The children, the dogs
Are sometimes
While the leafblowers
Always
The city around me
Is not loud
It is the engines around me
That make the noise
Unfettered
The moments stolen from metal canopies
Spiderwebbing overhead
They float away on cirrostratus seas
And dissolve in candy-coloured light
No net so fine could be devised
As would catch and hold them back
And yet the stragglers sometimes hide
Soft as feathers, bright as lies
On the undersides of flowers
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