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THE AGONY OF WANTING
inside this month of broken skin
and bitten lips
(while some shiver
and i melt)
you make me remember why the sky must grow dark,
why my skin grows cold
as one breath precedes another.
i have learned the difference
and pure motion,
between regret and the agony
that snaps every blue flower
and spits ice into the skies.
there is no easy…Continue
Added by Gabrielle Congrave on April 15, 2013 at 9:51am — No Comments
Begin here. I set my thermostat to 82 degrees, and listen to my daughter breathe at night.
It is an odd thing to miss you. The stillness that I feel inside myself has a quality that I cannot name. Now it’s bitter. Now it’s sweet. The taste is all iron and cardamom deep inside my mouth.
It’s been a strange year.
All summer long, I drank and drank. And drank. Thirsty Thursdays on the Blue Ox…Continue
Added by Gabrielle Congrave on April 15, 2013 at 9:48am — No Comments
this house smells like old coffee
and something else-
some cross between dirty
and dinners i let burn
... before i threw away.
i am rarely there; i leave
the windows open all day
everyday. walk through the door.
vanish into bed each night.
Added by Gabrielle Congrave on April 15, 2013 at 9:43am — No Comments