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Wednesday, Noon

The morning poured out simple, Lukewarm water, Milk so white It hazes blue. Traffic growls and foams, An early warning. The vulgar angry sun Now arrogantly blasts away All shade, The very baby sky. The cubicle proves acid, Firehose, Unsheltered bombing run. Her smile's lemonade. - 10/21/26

We Knew

The time, IV Bag drained. We knew This hid Behind The wall. We shut Our eyes. We dodged The fear, Refused, And still It a- Ppeared. - 10/20/26

Whenever

Whenever she laughs, I feel far taller than I am. She shifts her pencil skirt A bit right While tensely she locks in Sightlines. I never show my teeth When smiling. They're only for defense. I don't recall my shirt So tight this morning. - 10/19/26

Not Just

You see it rise again. No widow's peak Or empty mirrors. Still, not just a presence. The cemetery chill. The humidity a back of black cat fur Rubbing naked skin. Your purple blood. The night is not a cover. It's a cape, And you are not the one protected Or concealed. The day is years away, The time is broken in the hungry dark. - 10/16/26

Bump

She lingers inside  The open air outside exhibit, Lets the scarves which bob Eternally long on gusts of gentle wind Massage between her dry and thirsty fingers. After the shouted words, Finality of his last text, It would be strange if he had showed. She is enjoying the crunching sound Along the gravel Echoless. She never had believed the rumors, But the truth is an ignored red spot You pull your sleeves on top Until one day the doctor Frowns. - 10/15/26

DeLoreans

You dreamed you'd drive DeLoreans. Last year, your stylist said to lose the Tesla. So you pick her up in the XM. You're relieved the service got  The long straight blonde hair Right this time. You give them enough money. Her dress is cut quite low To show the slopes of the course Or local photo opportunities. Your shirt's unbuttoned low to flaunt The hilts within your chest Like silver chains of masculinity. She smiles, Kisses Chardonnay You bought with platinum. She's sure to say your first name plenty And she laughs the perfect volume; It splashes on the tables near But doesn't flood the room. You're still not funny. - 10/14/26

Twice Again

The aluminum foil crinkles over the jagged skyline. I'll be staying underneath the ceiling this grey evening. The melancholy drizzling inside the foggy rain Was only recently a fuzzy blanket. I never noticed it was twice again too large Till after you took that job And moved beneath another longing sky. - 10/13/26