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did you feel this way, too?
did you think you were dangerous?
or just afraid; the way that i know you are, these things you say at one.a.m. i know you’ll just regret over breakfast, sheepish, was it really you who had said those things?
it’s like a relapse, for you, to admit your humanity, raw hands and hard wanting, who’s gonna be there to save you from your own body?
terms and conditions, you’re reading every paragraph from off my skin, everything’s caught the eye of the devil in you, lately, and i’m not gonna save you from yourself

» Posted By robyn On 12.26.2012 @ 4:09 pm


one step at-a-time and you’re going slow, boy, it’s making me nervous, i know we’ve got years but we could kill this thing in minutes, it’s that eagerness to Start worked up in me (closer to the end, closer to those words of yours that i love to hear, i don’t need, i won’t ask for a white picket fence if you’ll just whisper in my ear a little more)
playing each other and off each other, it’s been suggested that satisfaction is for the wicked, i’m ready to play a little dirtier, push you a little harder, you may not’ve been born in the fire, but i’m about to drag you down into it

» Posted By robyn On 12.25.2012 @ 2:23 pm


to see you lay your cards out:
and know what you have been hiding, this long while, october to january and i am beginning to understand it will take us years to undress, we are both the kind that flinches at candelight, whispering ‘go slow.’ into your shoulderblade, but you are asleep to my words

» Posted By robyn On 12.23.2012 @ 4:53 pm


waking movement, if i open my eyes you will be gone;
desperate in this moment and ready to plead, suddenly there is nothing but mountain gravel, red oak and evergreen, the desire is overwhelming so take me there (that we may watch the world end and be in peace; i could love you for all the wrong reasons, it’s possible)
reunions are for the unresolved, and you tell me not to go (it’s what i want to hear)
i did not think that the emotions would be so strong, it’s a warmer winter but i’m colder than ever, pressed under the distance of city blocks, this child’s coat doesn’t protect me anymore

» Posted By robyn On 12.21.2012 @ 6:05 pm


like one of your father’s poor jokes, quick, what happens when two determinists meet?
it’s a different kind of sleeplessness, already i am cussing at your mother, 5.30am phone calls, breathe deeply, now; imagining you along coastlines, imagining the storms coming in, imagining we are on a hill alone with the grass and the sea and there is somewhere a background discussion on ornithology, absentmindedly conducted by our own two mouths, i’ve loved you less but today i want more, to stand by your side again (walking, out-of-pace, this is what i think of, and losing your silhouette)

» Posted By robyn On 12.13.2012 @ 12:23 pm


tired to think about it; but you persist in conversation, unwrapping new things, you think that you might like me (just tonight) tandem bikes and wedding planners, you are young only so rarely, i won’t even feel bad for keeping you up (i don’t even know this town that we’re walking in, it’s this automatic motion you’ve found me in, i’ve been stalling and i don’t know why)

» Posted By robyn On 12.12.2012 @ 4:20 pm


kiss you in the evening, and wake to find it gone again —
i love you in the right light, babe, i swear, man always on my mind, and i am startled when finally finding your face to be true, i am touching you, sharp angles and jutting bones, i am always surprised at my own love —

» Posted By robyn On 12.12.2012 @ 9:58 am


second take
dec. 8th
transcribing you

without your knowing, a man who prefers who silence, more comfortable watching the breakage, wreckage, jetsam and flotsam off our only ship, things you would be mad at me for; on another man’s bed, but you are the sin, the complications of relationships is only the beginning of your fears
highways with bike lanes, i think, is where your mind is, interpreted as your misunderstanding of sadism, but i know you are a sadist, at least, or you would be here none at all (watching me type — hiding the screen)

» Posted By robyn On 12.08.2012 @ 7:48 pm

(the first of its december)
on the downside of a mountain range, watching the approach, here we are at the peak, with no shelter;
there is shelter, if we turn the other summit
strucken back from the wind again, cold for so long i’m unsure what it feels like, i could hide behind you or curl into you, but either way —
that is besides the point, we are here for
watching these violent snowfogs roll in as though
if we might endure, we could join, or
what i mean to say, what i’ve been meaning to tell you, is that
this neglect to our bodies can lend us inhuman experiences, like being closer to a god (i know, you do not believe, theravadan buddhist, you are things i have never heard of, like a man watching white swallow trees from atop a rock like you could have ever believed you were separate from the world)

» Posted By robyn On 12.08.2012 @ 7:44 pm


A long time ago, in times past, there was a small child, long forgotten.. One of many. She was different, poorer, more beautiful, with a touching intelligence look. She died young.

» Posted By Robyn On 11.28.2012 @ 7:16 pm


you have always been your own ghost
the fear that demons are real, as you flinch through the morning news,
page one has been reserved for deaths, it seems to be, these days; the daze you walk about in was only ever your own construction

» Posted By robyn On 11.23.2012 @ 3:24 pm

in vivid understanding of the wickedness we surround ourselves in
in vivid understanding of that wickedness which surrounds us
you stumble to begin your sentences
impromptu changes in your semantics, everything unscripted must be improv (as though we instead had ever been led by fate)
remember those underwater mountains?
(in the second refrain, maybe you will say to me, should you ever take me to see them?)
then also there is time to remember that there are underwater canyons, completely distinct from ideas of despair, or any imagined comprehension of the emotion you fall into

» Posted By robyn On 11.23.2012 @ 2:57 pm


the desire to tell you anything you want to hear, to make you stay;
’cause i love you just a little too much, come stay and play a while instead, you spook so easy (the rush of breaking innocence) i’ll take you where you wanna go, we’re too young to tire tonight, brush that two-finger touch down your spine to wake you back up, we’re not sleeping ’till the lights burn out

» Posted By robyn On 11.23.2012 @ 10:50 am

the police on thanksgiving, and it’s just a friendly visit;
a man that remembers you when you were young, and maybe this is an uncle,
here is a boy talking to me about mountain houses, summer houses, beachfront sales properties, so quickly we have fallen from our first hellos
(passenger seat says, will you come in
would you like me to?
kinda, a little bit)
trapping fast drivers into meeting parents like the person you have loved will suddenly change, you beat me on thanksgiving alone

» Posted By robyn On 11.22.2012 @ 5:37 pm


you didn’t understand me when i told you i was burning.
but i am, underneath your touch, fingertips tracing my hipbones, pretending i am asleep; (you are the kind of man who would touch a sleeping woman?)
i am not sure if this is my heartbeat or yours, and i’m praying you’re just as uncertain, nothing could be worse than being discovered, in this moment, as being awake–
would you think i was deceiving you?
i have tried before, to let you know these things, and now i am exhaling the damages

these absentminded hearts of yours i know you will forget come morning, and i will be left with the kind of memories that plague & tug, and i will keep them quiet under my tongue, please forgive me if i seem a little sad

» Posted By robyn On 11.19.2012 @ 10:56 am


like some eulogy for the summer we skitted around each other, like honesty belied danger, i am standing by the waterside (we used to dance) in remembrance of your two forefingers tracing circles into my hipbones, unconscious towards your thoughts of whirlwinds and downward spirals (did you think you were instead drawing the outlines of galaxies?)

but i will never yield to you, and this is the one promise we can carry together, the one reason you will leave me, (here i am talking as if you have not already, please wait up, your watch is faster than mine)

even tigers, the first time they meet their handles, are timid; there is a prerequisite knowledge of what is about to be, and quite the fear of this submission, one body to another

» Posted By robyn On 11.13.2012 @ 5:41 pm


so this is what it meant
when you said that you were spent–
singing softly along in the passenger seat of my car,
the only way you address me nowadays,
stolen phrases parroted from the radio
and i am left to interpret, making left turns four times over, until we repeat our roads
(i am begging for more time, finding all the red arrows i can, i don’t ever wanna let you fade)

» Posted By robyn On 11.04.2012 @ 10:10 am


started on a first-name basis —
noonboy, and how are you, sorry to question you, sorry to make you feel bad–
the only causalities were our names, formalities, address me by my full name (to remind me)

» Posted By robyn On 11.01.2012 @ 4:42 pm


and i like to forgive the nazis
they are not my men to punish anyways, and they are people just-the-same
maybe some of them were scolded as children, maybe some of them have only ever slept alone
but i also like to think
maybe they were reborn as the starving children in africa, ugunda, rhownda
and they are suffering out a worthwhile cause

but i think i just do it so i don’t feel as bad when i still leave food on my plate
it is easier to justify these things

» Posted By robyn On 02.11.2013 @ 9:59 pm


The ancient statues stared back at her. Oddly enough, even though they dwarfed her at an alarming height, she had never felt more peaceful before in her life. Surrounded by history, she could feel the ancient stories and tales swirl around her as she climbed the steps up the pyramid.

» Posted By Robyn On 02.10.2013 @ 9:49 am


The charge from the outlet ran through his hand and made his vision go fuzzy. For a moment he thought he was dead. After a while he regained feeling and sat up, casting his eyes around the room. Still nothing.

» Posted By Robyn On 10.20.2012 @ 8:45 pm


a man teaches me russian.
copying his handwriting produces lesser results, i am a mute, i will never write another love letter

» Posted By robyn On 10.16.2012 @ 8:20 pm


other wrongly remembered things: one of us is laughing, somewhere it is raining, the worms are coming out of their grass and onto the concrete walk (where, eventually, they will die, we know; it is a joke, is this what we are laughing about? but how wrong of me–) or else it is snowing, perhaps, and the carrot has fallen off our snowman, and the indent where his nose remained now makes him suddenly a portrait of death (and coals, first winking, now sunken in from the melt)
the drawer in our bedroom that’s locked, that’s where i write down stories to remember for your funeral

» Posted By robyn On 10.13.2012 @ 12:13 pm


Can the tongue taste beauty? If it did, surely the most beautiful scents would be those of fresh fruit and the subtle fragrances of spring flowers

» Posted By Robyn On 10.10.2012 @ 3:01 pm


The dull white walls were covered with photos of the family. Younger sisters and older brothers. Family members long dead and ones yet to be born. The future and the past all on the dull white walls.

» Posted By Robyn On 10.04.2012 @ 3:30 pm


There was about a hundred people gathered in the dark room. A hundred sad twisted faces burnt black by the bomb that had exploded in the shops a few hours before. A hundred crying faces.

» Posted By Robyn On 09.28.2012 @ 6:28 pm


(the blindness that is around you) never knew what it was, still don’t, statues with their own shadows and the desire to be as them: more than one soul to spare in doors that never lock, a locket of hair behind your ear, and you are in abstract daydreams

» Posted By robyn On 09.10.2012 @ 5:43 pm


the desperate and vain belief in Stillness: as he washes his hands from a drinking fountain, hip pressing into button, eyes faded and feet calloused– I am thinking of a girl lost in arizona, and afraid for the lifespan of the sun (and the water will be cold) The way it is on his just-now homeless hands.

» Posted By robyn On 09.07.2012 @ 3:00 pm


Something God does, it’s realistic and i need to expect them. But not always in the place that I want them. God can do exceedingly abundantly above all I can ask or think and I should rest in that. He’s able!

» Posted By Robyn On 09.03.2012 @ 1:14 pm


measuring your breaths, left side of the bed; awake, and I know you are too, it’s in your lungs, the deepness they pull, that’s what really gives you away, if you want to know: so I draw in shallow, pacing it slow, let you think you are alone in your consciousness when you begin the likewise study of my own chest (quickly we are strangers)

» Posted By robyn On 08.31.2012 @ 8:36 pm

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