compulsive

counting, countingdoing daily safety checksexhaustion visiting eyes of seven God ignoring pleas to go to heaven tiptoeing, tiptoeingever aware of sleeping beastglass floors cracking under toeswhile nervous fingers are picking nose

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My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall […]

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