Daily practice

A few of my new poems written throughout my day:

Here,          we call “conversation”

.                      glare                 glance                 glaze over

.          conventions    of    conflict

.                     go between lines              and find

with no resolution

.                            unyielding           unlonged-for

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Wince     hollow     echo     bloom

.            these   brief    pauses

when   thought   dissipates   into   sound

We ought to just—

.                                 if you—

.                     breathless,           indignant

.            holding                     space—