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breathe in:

wet salt,


bedsheets,       inhale through

the mouth

eyes kept


or closed,           whether open or


crush empty pockets

release it

at the keep


I walk

the summer broken

signs and cracking streets

early dark thunderstorms and


I think


are changing shape

and not in size      stuffing pockets

unclaimed grace

my footsteps,      my reasons

are sterilized

my city,     kitchen shelves,      bedsheets

are both kept

and left


back on the nightstand       cigarettes

wallet,         sickly with welts         is bedridden

phone          is now nowhere near the answer

pick me up and unleave me, said us

to the other          is now somewhere near

useless in our like-mindedness          keys, reluctantly

stuffed into my back pocket

the strategy         - empty entrance

a kept home



but now,

put it off             I walk,

carefully around the edge of summer,

wet            salty             bedsheets

unresponsive           employers

unwanted               hunger




fall in love,          unchecked keys

in empty pockets, and


yours?               unfeathered

grace                 will come

at a price          the keys

found                and kept

to make moves

                          (moves are

                           not necessarily

entrances)        ridden of the

pockets             of their

homeliness        ownership

safety               love

expressionless   to help me




June, 2014

This is not true, practically speaking.

Once a week or so, I must hunt amongst old books

and on top of an oak chair with a broken wicker seat

turned sideways from a desk no longer used except

(to hold dying cacti and succulents reaching for the light)

for pants and shirts worn day after day

covered in clipped white whiskers from

my husband's beard or

splotches of food that fell during breakfast

or lunch or supper, and I feel like a thief

emptying his pockets of that which he now deems

significant: plastic spoons, packets of sugar substitute,

small envelopes with hearing aids, eyeglasses cleaners,

a useless leather wallet and enough tissues

both used and unused to comfort more than

someone would need with a simple cold or sad day.

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