Slo Hand

to be invisible is
to forget the 
	memories 
of strangers 

somebody in traffic
somebody split by desire
the faraway splendors of 
	nocturnal skin
a low-key smile
handshake 
	crippled
as a fishhook 

time is the 
language of 
	lost emotion
days of wine and 
knives in oranges
we are masters 
of panic and 
	savage
 	sexual 
	cool

16 thoughts on “Slo Hand

  1. time is the
    language of
    lost emotion
    days of wine and
    knives in oranges
    we are masters
    of panic and
    savage
    sexual
    cool

    These lines echo Jack Kerouac to me. I’m guessing you wrote this spontaneously because this sort of writing is never plotted and mulled over. You either catch it and squeeze it into something beautiful when it comes or you miss out. You have a gift!

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    1. Thank you so much! You are right when you say, “You either catch it and squeeze it into something beautiful when it comes or you miss out.” We always have to have our antennae up for those moments. They are too easy to miss.

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