when does friendship begin
to slide,
and sliding,
lose its way?
somehow twisting itself
into an unrecognizable thing.
i feel this way sometimes.
about you.
about how neither one of us
tries to be polite.
i don't know
and you don't know
and you say
that's it.
that's all i have to say.
i don't have
anything to say either.
but i notice
there's barely
a goodbye
when we hang up.
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A poem for your poem...
Today I test this union
striking his ear with drunken speech
with scattered, shattered leaves
and the pinch of guilt inching
into the grooves of my meridian line.
We have fallen into a gap
between foreign ideologies and the simple
squeeze of an earlobe, soft and fleshy
bandying violence between
whispers and mutation
I tip-toe across creaking floorboards
against the inner pulse
of muted clocks and stale curtains
whimpering my name
hollowed out and unavailing
against the glow of a white tee-shirt
and the outline of your weight
sonorous fits of anger
the crinkled forehead
arms crossed, hands tucked beneath armpits
I know you can’t sleep either
I cross silently to the bathroom
with you only a few feet away
only a feat away
under the insipid yellow light
running water hot enough
to burn palms
borderline masochistic
the echo of cunt and shut the fuck up
so easily fallen from lips
and silver strands unwelcome
in a sea of black hair
it’s patches of eczema
it’s irritable bowel syndrome
it’s most likely depression
and chipped rocks under the crush
of my confusion
and these eyes, red and puffy
from your guilt
I know you are gone
and the loss is like
a missing limb
Kimberly A. Castro
all i can say is, wow....
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