/Love/






/Hate/
Tea/






/Feeling Inadequate
Words/






/Going to Bed with Things Left to Be Done
Touching/





/Unexpected Fear
Make-Believe/





/Clinging to Lost Things
Waking Up to the Sun/



/Feeling Alone
Warm Days/





/Feeling Ashamed
Rain/






/Doubting Myself
Smoke/





/Worry
The Sky (Always)/




/Inability to Help
Sea Air/





/Forgetting Things I Swore I Would Not
Submergence/





/Ignorance
Musk Smells/





/People Who Can Hate People
Jasmine Flavors/




/Feeling I Have Nothing to Do
Feeling Wanted/


/Not Being Able to Really Hate Any of These Things
Hugs/






/Over-Simplifying
Avocadoes/





/Avoidance
Pomegranates/





/Lying
Travel/






/Lying to Myself
Walks/






/Letting People Down
Spring/






/Being Afraid to Be Myself
New Places/





/Not Trusting People
Reading/





/Watching People Feel Let Down
People/






/Losing Touch
Languages I Don’t Speak/



/Regretting Unregretful Things
Nearness/





/Frustration
A Perfect Reminder/




/Feeling Sick
Breeziness/





/Looking for an Easy Way Out

. . .

From underneath the water I watch the smoke rise/
break the sky into distances/
Missed sensations of cloud/
dividing, clinging, opening onto nothing but refracted light/
A plane carries a torn banner/
of my favorite words/
feeling alone in the rippling sky I see through submerged eyes/
the third is dissected/
OR/
break, tear, lost touch/
I wonder if it feels my disappointment/
Promise yourself:/

The ‘or’ is jasmine scented/
Make-Believe/

days are sections too/
we kill a pomegranate possibility/
sweet tastes feed us/
treeless space inside/
don’t doubt/

OR

I can feel it offering itself up/
to the frightful, ignorance, avoidance of the world/
Suggests an alternative./

There is a strength to separation,
traces of magnetic draw,
pulling avocadoes into avoidance,
filling blank spaces
GASM.

Tough to touch.
Lay your finger on it;
and see.
There is a soft, beautiful pulp
between loves:
lostless.