the crowded room


when we started



conversation so easy,

it felt like breathing,

where i didn’t even

think about any of it –

it just happened.

i want that again.

it should be a crime

not to explore it


if it was only a brief moment;

you still owe me

that glass of wine,

and that plate of pasta,

after an oyster appetizer,


after the oyster-shot aperitif;

lest i forget,

you promised we’d meet.



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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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