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Dead gloves

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I threw my aging gloves in the garbage,
and found one of them floating dead
the next time I went for a walk along the river.
It will never touch a hand again.
Was it trying to do its job of keeping things warm,
while failing the freezing water and
dying a solitary agony?
Was it looking for the other one,
wondering where it was
when most needed?

I am sitting on the river bank once again.
And now that my […]


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Symmetry asked me
which side I liked better.
I regretted my choice
and the deliberate waste of time,
debited from my life.
I wrinkle in the search for the definite,
the ultimate and the final.
Every victory opens the door
to a new kind of suffering
and it never ends.
I know I’ll keep trying
to remove vapor from hot tea.
So many faces don’t look like mine.
They are everywhere,
they won’t let me rest.

The answer of the violin

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She wakes up after dreams of Broadway lights
to find a ridiculous glimmer on the nightstand.
Another nine-to-five routine awaits
in a basement full of desks
and lamps,
and she comforts herself
with the offerings of the light in the fridge.

Bag ready, umbrella broken.
She steps outside and walks toward the daily trade
of heartbeats for coins
that will keep her distracted
from the counting down of her heart.

One foot after the other,
the mist on her face brings self-awareness.
One foot […]

Cups of anxiety

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Outside the cafe, the bees do their waggle dance
as I get lost
trying to follow their directions.
Next to my table, vapor escapes another cup of anxiety
to play with the smoke of an old man’s cigarette.
They swirl and dance, as if emulating the bees,
as if trying to explain it to me.
But I still don’t get it.

I never understood what I could not touch.
Games have been unfolding in the most plain,
straight-forward ways
in front […]