why are peopleso reasonablein love?

your incessant talkingis like a dog barkingwhen I am trying to fall asleepgo away

and I love youfor all thisa too-wide smilea sudden kissa glance, a toucha word amissthank you forthis bliss

and slowlyrealization dawnsthat I am forgetting youwhen I am able to do this:delete every single message;saving nothing, erasing memories

out of my depthI finally let go,sink slowlyinto you.

he scurried about frantically, like an ant,from vehicle to vehiclein a white tattered shirt,a sarong, and a siri-siri bagfilled with his belongingstouching the shutters he paused, pleading,waiting patientlyno one helped him todayin that time betweenred light and greenI was angry; I told myselfhe didn’t deserve help – all limbs intact, begging!I was angrier he burst my bubble,spoiled the pretty ...

when someone takes what is mine and doesn’t mind

pause for a minute,picture the face of someone you lovethink of drawing them or describing themto an artist or a policemanwhat are the words you will use?how will you reconstruct them?what describes their particular softness?how will you portray their individual grace?what did they look likewhen they looked at you?can you reduce them precisely, perfectly,to skin colour, eye colour, hair?can you ...

you remind me too much of him that kind of thing simply won’t do

moving heavily through griefmy sights on gracetrying to learn how to forgetafter letting goI left, I know -leaving's easy;living?no.

this sorrow is curious, peculiar;never easing,and neverceasing;incessant burning, sometimes bliss.

sometimes when I enter a room I think that you have just left it – I can feel you almost a shimmering suggestion a slight pulsating glow of where you where and where you are not a scent perhaps, but then again – it follows me everywhere that scent that is you surely it cannot be? the clothes in ...

finallyemotionally bankrupt, we can nowafford this togethernesswe can afford this loving, unloving, uncovering all and findingflesh; nothing more, nothing lessI love this almost-emotionless,this safe heartlessnessthis sometimes-tender truth

sometimes I wake up at 3 a.m.and my longing for you is so intense it feels like I’ve walked into a wall of fire I didn’t know existed and I burn

your eyes met mine as I reached down to put on my shoes there was a pause, a drawing in of breath and in that moment you knew and I knew I was leaving you

you’re moving into stake your claim of everythingyou think you ownyou already believeyou have and hold not body alone, but heart, mind, soulhow little my darling you know

on some days I am brought to my kneeson the white tiles by this black griefblack light spilling on the floorit slams in like a freight trainswept off-track by a tsunamiI stand in its path, eager, willingit breaks my bones brutallymeat on the butcher's blockI surrender to the knife, kneelingit shreds me apart slowlypaper boat in a stormI cannot swim ...

if you can stop cryingmaybe I can stopfighting tearsall the time

to never have to buryanyone I love.

drawing outthe threads of tendernesswe tear into thishastily-woven tapestry of usturn magic into everyday abjectnessweave in aloofnessworldlinessawkwardnessun-tenderthoughtlessness