my fingers ache with words i can't say.

the tremble is love

and deep loss

and you flying away.

you have seen me at my emptiest

now tuck me back into my blue jay nest.

the trees will grow up around me

ageless.

goodbye is for suckers

and i'm getting used to this.

earth silence..

the machines are making all the noise.

the mustard sky keeps changing it's mind .

for over and over it went,

it went into ragtime.

these tics are a dance-off on my cheekbones.

regret like a loosening jawline.

wake up senorita

you are hook line and mission impossible.

keep telling me things.

a need to know is burgeoning

when so recently i knew everything

and now such nothing.

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i think about this for five clicks

from the kitchen. no more thinking.

let's know nothing.

The fall

my body remembers how to fall.

at first it is a confusion

i am upside down or not

i spit to see.

but then the knowing

that full moment when i accept

that i am in fact dropping.

that i don't control the speed

that i don't control the stars

there are no decisions in a falling

just spinning. and waiting.

for the violence of a landing.