far enough

afar
a far
far away
he lays
not in my arms
where he never knew
not in my eyes
for i, always
too far, too shy
to look

he rest
quietly, i presume
and I walk by
and over
and back
and over

beneath is quiet
only slight trembles
afar
far from me
to reach

unless i dig

the familiarity of absence
is good enough

it's 11:52pm

family comes with instilled expectation

instilled obligations

or at least mine do

to me

to me, family has unconditional love

unconditional care

always there no matter what

that weekly call

on sunday to make sure

i’m attending church

that i am ok

as an introvert

all these totems are more

important

than

ever

who else would be there

but what if these totems are farce

what if i’m a product

of poor quality

beings

and

i

am

poor quality

too

it’s 11:52pm

untitled

heavy chest
up down
raised, exhale
raised, raised
exhale
raised, raised, raised
slowly exhale
slow
ly raised
holds
clenched
let it go

rusted

stacked
rusted holes
rusted edges
moves with
every wind
coming through
whistle screams
clamored for
soft silence

the rust strokes
caresses the feet
the knees
the hands
the knees
the sides
the back
the neck

the rust draws
deep lines
and short paths
quick beginning and
long
endings

stacked
rusted holes
rusted edges
stays
where lines
fade

a couple more hours

we have a couple more hours
don't spend them talking about
where we were
what we did
how we felt
or how we feel

about him
or her

just lay in my arms

curiously

life as
large
and strong
and many
is curiously
so weak
so fragile
so easy to break in a fraction of a section
maybe less
like before the breaking
the thought was born