![up first](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/28637400-1202242673.jpg) |
I dress myself
While you sleep
Careful not to let
The rustle of clothes and the rasp of zippers
Pierce your silence
Quiet intimacies reverse and ..
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![transmission](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/47924400-1202242702.jpg) |
A couple of beers
And tonight I can argue
At a speed at which I can articulate
Thoughts connect with words and
Words connect to speech
And nothin..
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![sleep in](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/78880300-1202244365.jpg) |
Sunlight stumbles in through the curtains
Like a drunken spouse returning from an adulterous absence
I roll over and bury myself in my sheets and ig..
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![regression](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/33988000-1202244505.jpg) |
Illness weakens something in my core
Causes a collapse, threatens my global balance
Something in me is upset
In my heart, the entrance to my stomac..
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![petition](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/44839100-1202242760.jpg) |
Our groins still moist from lovemaking,
We lay on the cool sheets,
Naked in the white light.
I am declaring myself happy
Imploring God to leave me..
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![of a woman](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/05843400-1202242810.jpg) |
I remember your scent used to be sweeter,
The scent of firsts
Lingering on my sheets for days.
I would breathe you, mix you with my blood.
Now,
Y..
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![Names / O(n) Time](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/28118300-1202243145.jpg) |
I hold an attendance sheet in my hands
Weighted with names;
Surnames first,
Given names last.
I'm bringing these names;
Absences and presen..
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![Judy](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/71725000-1202242108.jpg) |
"They say we all dream in black and white, but I dream in technocolour!"
Judy is a across the booth from me, talking in caffeine spu..
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![impedance](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/46569000-1202243958.gif) |
The water of the world floats in the air as a mist. It is the fog that impedes my view of the world as I drive to work, leaving a few scant feet..
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![Greeting an Absence](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/73573000-1202243169.jpg) |
I say hello to your sweater slung on a chair,
Then realize it is not you.
It's a wasted greeting; my greeting your absence.
It's a gift I've wasted..
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