our interruption(s).

our interruption(s). Memories of you surprise me. now with an after taste of joy A lifetime ago lives within walls turned oasis interrupted I felt fracture long before pain and I don’t think I’d have it any other way You told me in your mother tongue to be clearand I cried oceans in mine to keep you from drowning I wonder where sleepless nights are stored Humid air seven beers in and a rude waiter You played a bird’s opening we forgotwe forgot we forgot how to playI changed the water in our vase todayAttempted to save the flowers as they stubbornly asked me to let them goI saved the petals and begged for (more)One more hug Like when love ended and we tried to preserve scent memory the feeling of something that had already moved on Can I recover reinvent overcome return to Pieces Of dreams thoughts plans breaths Cheeks flushed with hope. Who will tell you when I pass on?(Tell my lovers that I’m gone). ‘cause i forgot about you or me a while agoages have passed me by hanging out with you and we went everywhere we could look up to seejumped in their anything we would experience and got lost in thoughts until you were beside me in thinkingwhen i fell behind you continued holding onto us we made decisions because we did not learn what i learned from experience talked over in conversations where listening easily replaced hearing when being felt was misunderstood by our words and you wereuntouchable and so leaves in fall’s breathe escape our graspwhile kissing our cheeks flushed with hope where do we remember us? Snittade om blommor idag, försökte rädda dem. Såg kände hörde dem viska ’Snart finns vi inte mer’ så jag sparade några blomblad och bad dem leva lite längre. Som när kärleken tog slut och jag ville bevara doften minnet känslan av något som redan begett sig. Kan jag återvinna återuppfinna övervinna återfinna, Bitar Av drömmar tankar planer andetag. Tempo broke.cloaked believers into shattered beginnings reminding us again that there are moments before requirements when space and kinship are held out as doubts benefit from our need for each other Where we believe in each other beyond disappointment and into wondering if maybe next time we can try something different Listening for acceptance in between the kind tickling and laughter Holding our breath for the moment when air is abundant and time is not constrained We fled to be able to stay and now staying makes us miss marks points and home is a panicked haphazard sonnet Beautiful but sensitive to aftershocks - adapt or quit and then adapt when theyfind and try to move us Where do we go to ride this s**t out? be damned. where to whowhy areor what mayoh my how toand will they we brew something more pungent than funktiptoeing on trails carved from too much traffictraversing a pathway towards a meaningless answerpleading in tomes of misery’s cadence a tempo a meter our return to measure in search of breakswhere we sit close to notes yet to be played cloaked in robes of mythology tithed until religion a belief with an army and a navy subjectives of a war whose origin is book and chapter verses history narrative a story about what happened and yet still not what happened a transcription translated and translated again comes with our prefatory note on method detailing our problem with translation as we are draped in linen cooling temperaments about what are we to do cause the first time still had their stench of tyranny what is this demand for that which has requirements? responsibilitysensibilitya way not born of our exclusion of acknowledgment as valuable rather our recognition of sanctity while taking it up taking it on and moving with it many would have us believe in good and evil rather than cause, consequence, care, and communication often thought as wordsis a request for our thinking-in-action with a regard for proseheretics herald blasphemies as comedic relief from tragediesof lives lived in serial co-habitationspotentials with paralysiswhat pressing lacks antiaesthetic. We were only clouds allowing for light. they.who live forevernestled in misnomer’s refrain playing softly at midnightcafé where piano melodies carry outemotions who possess lyric with disobedience they werethoughtful in terms of negationconversations maligned with maliceinvestigate interrogate and refuse understandingin lieu of a corrected-self righteous(ness) with indignitiesreserved as rights and means justifiable without cause they why am i still herewalking into a sunrise night’s furor becomes ombréin brilliance where prayers are loststammered mutterings of hope are affirmations of care without requirement they arecontained in belief letting go is my sanctuary vulnerable to everything and that nothing it contains i am no longerheld as if i ever was held i never was held they willalways hold on to me called it a holdings companypossessed by agreement nonethelesstheirs becomes ours a nurturance in absentia. with gratitude; we have spoken. 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