outposts

in certain places
streets are stone-washed rivers,
stoops,
for tying your boat

foul breath

kamikaze kane:
he wore leather, he went, fast–
wore a pinky ring.

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if you ignore it,
it thickens and tangles and
trips your smooth stride

if you match faces,
stand at-nostrils, in place? then
you've foul breath to hide.

bear hug

walking from the train
i met a friend; we shivered
and smiled at our laughs

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wait, you're telling me
that we're all meant to pretend
that we don't yet know?

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i find, in summer
the mountains are lighter, heights
more easy to carve