maybe there is some softness

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1. ‘welcome to the house of no’
an arm punch
a room wrestle
a body toss
a mountain of howling laughter
yoga pants stretched halfway across room
until i am the tall man of the circus

2. the discourse
of the joys
of public humiliation

3. birthday ultimate breakup mix
these are the two lines
that get me:
juliet, when we made love you used to cry
you exploded into my heart
(how can i not think of my fist
curled
into the heat of you?)

4. five tea lights
match-lit and flickering
while i run water over me
until it’s no longer hot

5. pumpkin bundt cake
new cure
for the old common cold

6. oven at 400degrees
warming kitchen
roasting delicata squash
sweet potato
parsnip
beet
garlic
potato

7. amelie on pause
to take in
sound of rain

8. i’d like to think
maybe there is some softness
like folding into each other
after this holdout

9. stuffed nose
a trumpet

10. while the sadness
is preferrable to the panic
i don’t know what to do
about its persistence

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Tags: rain, amelie, sadness, persistence, house of no, punch, wrestle, howling laughter, tall man of the circus, public humiliation, indigo girls, fisting, tea lights, pumpkin bundt cake, softness, trumpet, panic