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Nearlyology

i pass the Nearly on my way to school

i pass the Nearly on my way to school, back pressed against the smooth of a huffing train carriage, slick. it looks at me from the tops of buildings, and snakes words on pages until my fingers suffocate and bleed. like a row of citrus-thorns, vinegar in sludge, it traces the waves of voice in […]

Missed

To the driver that nearly hit me the day the clouds pasted themselves over the super blue blood moon: I was always afraid of being you. Jumped into a snowbank just to save you from it. That day, someone had stolen the moon away. Robber-like, I had welded into shadows, made myself into silver; a […]

this is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment

nearly made you a bird, but the feathers wouldn’t fit together so i became frustrated, feeling futility in my hands instead of wings. nearly held on anyway. nearly cried that first day but someone had to be the strong one. swallowed the sadness with a cup of tea and a pinch of salt. nearly coughed […]

I nearly kept a secret

I nearly kept a secret kept it in my mouth kept it boiling and bubbling but safe within my mouth I nearly didn’t slip Nearly held myself up Above the lining of reality safe above the closeup of the ground I nearly learnt to dance with colors and grace To feel a talent stitched into […]

Resurgam

but, shibboleth; what’s salvageable in halves? again my broken english is wrenched past monday west-ends, free declamations riffed at speaker’s corner, pigeons under trees, the same shadows turning tricks; this morning as i walked out of the house, i stopped parsing my way; & i saw that every window was open to the storm-drawn air, […]

Had I Lived

Had I lived                               I would not have remembered to be grateful, would have never learned the meaning of gracefulness, during the long, limping, somnambular TripToTheMoon through a meteorite-lanced horizon, or alternately during the descent down the stairs in the bleary way […]

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