for Shana Archive

  • Timepieces

    Digital clocks are too quiet
    For my silence
    Which is currently pervasive
    And Elusive
    Drawn out on thick currents of breath whisping like tides
    From my lips.
    I need clocks that tick and measure
    That loft explanations into the air
    And strike its surface like a tuning fork. My analog…

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  • Green Thumb

    When he spoke to you that way
    The way that made your eyelashes curl inward
    Pinching in like the rigid splayed legs of a crushed lady bug
    He plucked a bright seed from within you
    And pinched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
    It was absent minded, but his…

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