And then there was
you. A candle. And me —
a body hunched
over like shelter keeping a flicker
alive in the downpour.
Audrey Ying, “shelter”
For years mother warns me against
swallowing fish bones. Said that kind of ritual
ripped many an esophagus open.
Well, I bit that damned
hand of yours & chewed it first.
Audrey Ying, “Pinbone”
growing out of us is an art
that seems empty now:
conch shell like dropped calls
from ancient battles and not sea shore.
in that other world, our skeletons are constellations
apart in the open bed our ghosts share and
i am underneath the roads in my palms
pretending i have known all along but
it is a ritual of loss and
i am in the middle of it all.
astagesetforcatastrophe, maps
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astagesetforcatastrophe reblogged
it is a collision to have been loved.
in chinese calligraphy, the character for affection
is drawn in three parts: go / cover / (the) heart.
perhaps it is old advice.
all i’m saying is that i should have seen it
coming like shadows and hunger
yet my alternate selves are always stringing pearls
with their pear tongues only to find a mouthful of
boiling water. and yes, this is how i mimic the feeling
of a century too small waiting for you to un-leave.
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oh, which ghost have i / wronged so much that my heart has / never known wholeness?
astagesetforcatastrophe, karma
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hands like yours means the end.
means you are performing open heart surgery
on my whole damn sky.
& it is like us. mouth to mouth for air.
wanting. like us, blue.
astagesetforcatastrophe, 450 nanometers
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It starts grey.
That is the light folding first.
Then us.
Up there, the roads are leaf veins.
This glorious wreck is rain boots out on the porch.
And I still go soft for you like oats in warm milk.
astagesetforcatastrophe, milk
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