I forgot you
but my broken lines...
Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out...
where the dark perches - upon streetlamps
of alleyways and corners, the monotony of...
You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...
It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died...
Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...
sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...
There once was a time
when I let...
I wish to learn to love you in
every alphabet...
Only when trees shed
and winds shake...
This year began
with a poetic yawn...
where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...