As my expectations ebb and flow,
I create then dismantle another reality.
More than likely not healthy
to spend so much time in the sensual.
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As my expectations ebb and flow,
I create then dismantle another reality.
More than likely not healthy
to spend so much time in the sensual.
[vimeo 197047819 w=588&h=728]
Walking with a memory of you
under my umbrella
to the bus.
Eating a breakfast sandwich
in the rain.
I stopped to argue my case
but you were not there.
in a comfortable chair
on the third floor of the Whitney center.
of ice packed snow slip off the
Basilica’s dome — gradually picking
up speed then crash into the roof
of the sanctuary.
in Loring park are weighted
— heavy with last night’s snow.
Last night my
opened the window
— much too early in February—
before we slept.
The
kept me warm under the intoxicating smell of sex.