letters from march

 -

Your eyes,

color of dark, black tea,

stared at me with the depth of a curious doe.


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I have been taken to places

by your touch

and your eyes,

where no planes would ever fly.


-

ivory wax from my shower candle 

just drooled over my chest

and I am in awe. 

that’s your fault, M.


-

You dawn on me

with breath of hunger

like night,

sucking out definition 

from brownstones. 


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It’s not the death,

It’s the calling. 

The great big galactic calling

for her nebulae.


-

One o’clock arrived with growling pipes

and hissing windows.

evening smelled of moss and ivy.


-

My heart bloomed like a daffodil. 

It was one of those weekends…


-

I am opening my body for you,

Hoping you’ll open your heart for me.


-

One of my favorite things 

is imagining going to school

with younger versions of friends 

whom I’ve met since graduating. 


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My ideal day would be waking up, 

Doing a long yoga class with myself,

And mushrooms, 

Walking around Fort Greene

And watching homes

And lives spent in these homes

While sipping iced latte with lots of honey in the bottom of the glass. 




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