Discretionary Love

Cruel are those tears that slip, silently down without a sound, The most sorrowful noiseless scream, no solace to be found. Welling up from a

The Other Side of Leaving A resident of breath, I stop existing from this moment to the next. Nothing tethers me here anymore, not heartstrings,

during the flight to atlanta I almost placed my hand upon your knee just like old times and it hurt not to do so this

I hold your waist as you transfer from wheelchair to toilet seat, pull down your wet pullup and pajama bottom, replace them with a dry

She fell into the sun. She left her body and soared, transcending the boundaries of space and time, of reality and existence, of everything and

(for Katherine, 16th anniversary)   You grow your hair longer these days, Thick black beautiful hair. It hangs loosely cropped to your shoulders, A black

Your presence disassembles me, unhinges muscle and joint, an unstrung marionette who among others remains whole— but cannot sleep, a blistered wound festering back and

(a meditation in the wake of the pandemic) The bananas I placed in the bowl just two days ago, black spotted and soft, their skins