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Playing with the cat and other thoughts

I have a bandaid wrapped around the ring finger; she sliced it open right down the center

Playing with the cat and other thoughts

she sits on the arm

of the loveseat

lungs

ears

working slowly

deliberately

I have a bandaid

wrapped around

the ring finger;

she sliced it open

right down

the center

crossing the creases

revealing the red

revealing the red

dotting the eyes with it

i love you

the cat leaves

for the birds outside

 

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Time Traveller

He sits alone
watching lightning swell like veins in the clouds–
his heartbeat makes the windows shiver too
as he makes a narrative of rain
at night to fall asleep.

First, the feeling of the saturated atmosphere
then the sound waves from the window panes
inside canals, inside the brain informs
what the sound is–rain.

The eyes unfold and the story aligns–
rain from the sky sounds like
punches I learned in my garage
and
Dad’s body rippled
like the windows at night.

 

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