7:52 – 7:54

A ghost of love lingers
having left your lips
leapt in slow death
movement of minutes
before I’m ready
to respond


Fresh Squoze Stone

Effort concerted
to make you jealous
all of my time
and none of my attention

You I love
reread it all you want
content your heart
with these rewrites

We’re left with what
will be on you
truth tailored
to tell a tale tall

Grin &

I’d been saving a smile
thinking of you
casual betrayal
now fastened on my face
with the vain hope
it might stick
like mother warned

Selfish are the edges
of upturned lips
and downturned gazes
moments when the weight
of all that love
are shrugged to another
asked now to bear