Past Lives (By Cat Matchuk)
Time starts and stops
and starts to stop
Between the seconds I’ve lived a dozen lives.
Time starts and stops
and starts to stop
Between the seconds I’ve lived a dozen lives.
She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring. Continue reading “Threaded Lips”
A book falls, I fall.
The proper thing to do is to pick it up, dust it off and hold it close to your heart.
Not me, not this time.
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song”
I only see you in dreams.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t think about what could have been Continue reading “Insomnia”
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication. Continue reading “Old Friend”