Goodbye. Nothing emphasizes your loss of love Or new found hatred than the existence Persistence Of you without me. Selfish I know, I don't expect you to crumble at the end of us But I didn't expect for you to cut me away so suddenly Like our need hadn't yet become habitual. So as I... Continue Reading →

Baby, You're Blue: Character 1052 I'm obsessed with how many different blues there are in National Geographic

Frida Kahlo Rene Gruau Henri de Toulouse-Latrec J.M.W Turner Caspar David Fredrich Jean Michel Basquiat Camille Piassaro Agnes Cecile Gil Elvgren Diane Arbus Donna Ferato Cindy Sherman Mark Rothko Mies Van Der Roche Gustav Klimt Henry Moore

I can't sleep or I'll get drunk,  On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams.  If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well,  My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted.  If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →

Etiquette 

I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →

Day Off, Off Day

There's a woman on the subway with a can opener And a fork.  She watches me eat rice cakes And our eyes lock at Ossington Station, Then at Keele, Then Royal York.  She takes a can of tuna from her purse and opens it.  It usually rains in April, but this year it rains in... Continue Reading →

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