one

one poem

poetry

i
lose myself
in bustling paper cities
peering through high rises
and alleyways
beneath overpasses
and soiled park benches
within rush hour crowds
and last calls

in hopes of finding that

one poem

you will never
forget.

plus, we’ll save a ton on gas

poetry

i’m on the line–
crouched waiting for
that pistol to
fire i’m living in
those breaths before
the explosion of
gunpowder and
tendons–

i feel the
nauseous anticipation
hating now this space–
waiting now for life–
holding now our worlds–
until the suture heals
and we are one–
not even a scar to
show we were once
otherwise–