most things

** this is a new collection of poetry where i am experimenting with brackets because they are sexy and add a new dimension to the poems. the poems are separated by a row of asterisks and are still in flux. 

You should have been the

saw gliding through my

sternum and you should

have been the glue
rubbing inside my reassembled body and
my hair should have been

the splinters slipping under

your nails that you don’t

notice lingers on you
until it tickles your nerves
to recall the energy between

our fingers
when they almost touched

[a small, torturous moment]

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I fell in love with your silhouette this morning
just for a moment
when I looked at your face
surprised to see that I couldn’t tell it was you
but I knew the shape
that I had met so many times
the shape that changes its face
according to my mood
and takes off its clothes or mine
or both when it sees me
quietly wanting it
or turns away abashed
only to reveal another
smiling at opportunity
while knowing it cannot touch
me deeper than a fingers length

[both our saving grace
and our demise]

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I feel in tides
but you are my sea
pulling me back

[and if I could cry
let me go
I would]

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so indulgent she is
look at her
always obsessed

always obsessed
and loving it
hating it

[braving it]

one might say
that passion’s
obsessed with
the v of my legs
and
the wrinkles
in my brain

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