Pretense, Public vs. Private Monikers

Friends share secrets
I am your secret.

I had thought we were lovers, best friends
Turns out you’re just a guy collecting secrets

So on this Memorial Day let us take leave
of pretense, of the notion of public versus private monikers
Let’s let that cat slip straight out of the bag

I am not a secret
Or to be accurate, I am now your ex-secret

Please leave the key to my heart on the counter
Then leave me as gently and as tenderly
as I had imagined your love for me.

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1 to 5

the scale is broken
stuck at 1.5
sometimes at 2.75
no matter the level of levity
good news, good friends
the lever swings low
3’s, 4’s, 5’s gone
like a dream left behind

the girl is broken
stuck at 1.5
sometimes at 2.75
no matter levity, good news, good friends
she swings low
can’t catch a 3, let alone a 5
feels her life like a dream left behind

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Thanks @ Thanksgiving

Snowflake love.
My world,
because of you,
a whiteout of exquisite beauty.

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Wonder Woman & The Tin Man

The truth is
I’ve been standing here
on your doorstep forever
Or at least a year
Since last Halloween in fact
I ring the doorbell
peek through the curtains
adjust the straps on my costume
wishing I really was Wonder Woman

And sometimes
Sometimes you visit
say you love me
say you’re lucky to have me around
give me treats, make me laugh with funny tricks

But the truth is
You never invite me
never invite me in
And now I wish I’d dressed as The Tin Man
circa pre-recipient of a heart
Because even Wonder Woman can’t save it
Can’t fix a broken heart

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Archimedes’ Water Wings

Diving into deep blue sky
on an October morning
Splashing gloriously into fall
Leaping without hesitation
She ascribes to a variation of
Archimedes’ Principle.

Bouyancy in this life
floats better when you are loved.image

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Front Row

Leaving the theater
soft rain falling
marine air wafting, gliding.
& front row seating
to breathe in a little summer love

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Extra-Wide Heartosphere

The best part
of my best friend’s leave
is the coming home

laughter
at the start of day
stories & love
ending the day

Life, lovely even in his absence,
Coalesces perfectly
the moment of re-entry into the seattlesphere

an extra-wide smile
an extra sense of happiness
and a convert’s fervent belief that
all is right, all is well

The best part
of my best friend’s absence
is that while he was gone
he was never missing
as he was never absent,
not even for a moment,
from that crazy, magical
schmoopy space called the heartosphere

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