refine the limit
through lines of imagining
across anywhere
we are just this
adjusted angle of sight
wandering flight paths
with ink fingertips
down margins across pages
I will follow you
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Haiku Triptych
Dear imogen,
I don’t know where you’ve gone and I miss you. Please come home soon.
Kisses,
Jess
once I was in love with a girl
who had nothing less than words
scribbled in the margins
to tempt me across borders
and other arbitrary lines
I never knew her real name
so I scratched the name she gave
inside the body of my guitar
so she could sound out secrets
as my fingers plucked the strings
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Three Lines Free
I saw you in the big mall wearing some gawdawful concoction of the fashion industry. Your look of careful disdain or displeasure was intriguing. I think perhaps we should sit down and talk about the exact placement of those three strands of hair. Call me. Or whatever.