Liquid Poems

[a mini poetry-EP] concept project

fragment 1

Here to pick up a mirror
Coffee in hand, you disappear
Returning with soundwaves 
of fragmented solos
Soft looks and gentle proposals

We discuss the broken shards
Warm light catches your eyes
The recording plays tension, release
Compels me to mention

fragment 2

My words make me real
Resonance of voice
Don’t speak to me

The storm is quiet
to you
to me

I can’t forget you
for now
You won’t ever forget me
I was loud

I catastrophize
Erasure, composure
Signature, disposure

And yet

When we break things
Is it to bring us back?
When we’re lost
And unaware
Do our bodies
remind us we’re there?

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