Saturday, February 25, 2023

more attempts at micropoetry

Day seven

Poem for the reasons we never recognized. They all have their own faces. 



Day eight

Poem for the smoothness of your skin. The way you feel in my mouth. 



Day nine

Poem for the gifts I gave you which you never received. Could we try again? Let’s try again. 



Day ten

Poem for too many memories. Or just the one. Or too few. 



Day eleven

Poem for your perfect feet. Beautiful. On the mountains. 



Day twelve

Poem for the ghost that inhabits every picture I have. It’s always the whisper of you. 



Day thirteen

Poem for every possibility. Choose something. Give yourself to it. Give yourself to me. 



Day fourteen 

Poem for the beginning and the end. All the joy. Please let there be joy.