July 28, 2017
They keep trying to sell me the virtues
of making it through life unscathed
as if we weren’t put here to make mistakes
and find beauty in the loopholes
I don’t really have the heart to say
it’s too late for me, for all their warnings
and I guess they won’t really care
July 27, 2017
I have a limb that is dead.
It has stopped serving me long ago.
It has festered under the surface
for years and now
it is dark and immovable
and rotten at the core.
It is my bane and my handicap
and at times it still
throbs and ails me
and spreads poison
to the rest of my body.
July 26, 2017
There are dragons
sleeping in his mind
waiting to be awakened
each night by the stories
I read to him
There are seeds of sequoia trees
invisible but there
on the palms of his little hands
waiting to be planted
in a forest I cannot see
but I know is there
somewhere in h...
July 25, 2017
I wonder if, when rolling thunder breaks
the white noise cadence of this restless city,
I’m the only one who can hear the call of home
or are there others, looking up from the Jenga
towers of their daily struggles, straining to conjure
nights besieged by southwest monsoons...
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