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You have

You have the money, you get the beauty

Private staircase

A private staircase from the roof down to the hall
the space in which no one is seen
the timelessness of balconies
the…

Digital Love

Your left hand hums softly as it opens. Fingers move with tiny jerks and the
popping…

Of Collectors and Perhaps of Debt

I think 
this city
is a bubble 
waiting to burst.

The night chamber

A white room fitted out
with all the implements
of your torture — first,
you had to be convincing.

It all began some time ago,
on a rooftop patio. Your
brown face blended well
with the roundness…

“Backyard Ways”

As pinwheels spin colors,

Polka dot buckets

Confessing Groovy Blues

Movie this -

Woodstock was a was.

eulogy

we sit around a dining table
filling its six chairs
there’s no seat for him anyway
we’d have to grab an extra

We Once Were

Oh that loud hearty laughter
The depth and warmth in your eyes
The love you exuded
The affection in your touch
It was just the two of us