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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