winterWinter is the season of leaving.winter
I spend my last night awake, watching ghosts glow in the apartment across the street. They move around freely, a few hundred feet separate from me. When I say good-bye, cheeks streaked like stripped branches. She holds my face in thin fists. I press my thumbs under her eyes.
On the plane I fold like a body breaking under a wave: the weight of winter. When I land in New York, there is a month’s worth of snow on the ground. I start crying in my own small shadow, knowing that in Atlanta she is standing under the snowflakes, touching them lik
jekyllLake PleasantYou stretch on the dock at sunset balancing so easy on one foot suspended above the shifting water.Lake Pleasant
When the moon is mist in the sky you come apart, your demons drip onto the pillow.
You survived the South but magnolias still soak you scared in dreams, dense as rain and more distant.
Some nights we touch the truth with bare hands so eager to return to innocence.
I hold you or touch you, to remind you that I will carry your pain and that we are far away from that moment in the kitchen when you stood melting
so this is the new year
Humor
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tu estás aí ou isto é só a fingir?
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the light is gone from your eyes
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