different faces

  • CK – Part 2 (This Is Joy)

    You said “this is joy”

    as we parted ways.

    What a place,

    a Chuy’s parking lot,

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  • CK – Part 1 (How I See You)

    How did it make me see you

    when we rewound tapes that made you?

    “Only more positively.”

    How easy, how vague,

    how very unlike the tapes that we gave,

    how very unlike the shaping wounds we replayed,

    so let me try to explain.

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  • CK – Part 3 (Tongue Tied)

    Too many times I walk in,

    ready to sweep you off your feet

    in the middle of the coffee shop

    as if our lives were like the movies.

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  • Obsession

    I’ll cling to anything put before me, like a motherless child

    starved for affection, nails trenched in flesh while suckling a façade,

    another sparkling soulless idol trying to smother me in wild

    twilight haze, masquerading as the brand new, better god.

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  • The Quiet Place

    I’m scared of silence.

    I don’t savor the nothingness,

    the emptiness of loudly, softly, being me

    in the converting violence.

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