premeditated mourning

i am in premeditative mourning

desperate to get it
over and done with
before she’s dead

i choke on the dream scene, the prognosis and the grand scheme / ever-present in my throat /
and weep
then, a memory of us wedges in
i cry a smile, and smile a cry

i think
this, is all, too much
i can’t do this.

though,

she is the one doing it


with her dignity, her calm, her reserve, she’s had too much practice, she’s well-traveled on this terrain

these consecutive life sentences, handed out

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memo to a particular poet

i am going to bed, now
at 7:08
to lessen the ache
of being awake

this is a poem
this is the business
of us — “artists”,
this is our “business correspondence”

inform a collaborator,
a “coworker”- if you will,
of your passwords and processes
before taking those pills

my corazón has nearly bled-out
migrating across my torso, my limbs,
and my crown
settling into my cornflower blue eyes
bloodshot — with or without, drops and disguise

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play possum

i’m fine

no, nothing’s wrong.

i just really love this song,
gives me the blues sometimes, is all.

a snake, a possum, a doe and fawn
on the roadside killed again, i saw.

i heard the breaking news story
and, i’m awfully raw,

just please ignore me.

this world can be so cruel and wicked
so,

of course, my tender heart’s afflicted.

you see my glistened eyes, lumped throat, and quivering lip

and, you think they’re for you??

well, sir or ma’am: that’s rich —

all, lies.

but also,

all true.

the sea of inez

i feel the gravity

of

the love,
the loss,


so close || this close.


almost, almost, almost

buoyed, then anchored

an internal saltwater aquifer suffusing me

with a congestive heartbreak

it, swelling and stiffening my limbs
and, i cant walk to you or anyone,
i am beached in my own body

my eyes fill my mouth, my throat
and, i can’t talk to you or anyone,
i am muted by our illicit drug

so i

swallow,
swallow,
swallow

the sea inside of me

else, i

drown, drown, drown

in it,

i am not a mermaid
i am merely a human woman

yet my belly’s pregnant
with an Ocean

and, you know that

she’s y/ours

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