please come home, i’m sorry. please come home, we will trade ashes in the cineplex and go see bruises healing. i want to be like an open hamster ball or at least in your life long enough you call me jasper. i want to be back and alive and in that white curve of a palm. i am regretting every summer untalking. between clovers it would be kinder to cut me off completely. just say i need to be gone and i will do so, you know.

Waking up in another world

Searching for shifts in the strange night, for holes in the structure

I spend longer in the mirror, my fingers tap my flesh, see if it’s still there - still mine - still yours - now his

I wipe black smudges from under my eyes, brush my teeth with my fingers

These things are familiar patterns

Things that once felt glamourous but are meant to be growing tired. I guess I’m growing tired maybe

I step onto the street and it feels the most fitting days are always filled with rain

So painfully thirsty I wish the sky would open wider, pour itself into my mouth

I tip my head back and open wider, playing with the sky, playing god as usual

Wish the rain would fill the air around me, send me under water, send me something to fill the space

Sitting at the bottom of the swimming pool - in a hotel - with my sister - never ever opening my eyes

I dream of these days and these places

I walk home to another bed that isn’t mine, in a room that isn’t mine, in a city that isn’t mine

On a street lined with houses of people I’ve never seen

This bed, this island, this swimming pool, this city never opening my eyes

Danielle Klebes, Paintings.

Colorful slices of life from artist Danielle Klebes series of work entitled, “Utopia.”

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