being there
absent
being here
AWOL
cold sheets crumpled
small ax chipping
away the last word
unsaid curses
speaking volumes
speaking volumes
splaying fingertips
smack
one needle's
kissless breath
a death
a broken branch
brakes the cliff
as two strangers
across a room
clutch hands
almost
stepping off a Manhattan curb
taxi's concussive whooosh
you twelve feet behind
14th Street Union Square
a drop of blood
an aneurysm of ecstasy
the hot spinemelt of lava pleasure
purchased in vein
no dial tone
to text
to text
my year of living dangerously
around the corner
around the bend
of a prisoned purse
pursued and purloined
before locking the door
after praying to
the dried rose
I once gave
her
you
you
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