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 Aug 12 Mari Chubinidze
Lee
You can’t have your cake and eat it
Some things never break up like skulls
Why are animals less than a human isn’t
My small soul feels so dull
I’m not sure
I amount to much.

Just an
Expired thing
In the cabinet
You forgot to
Throw out.

A dog you should’ve
Put down years ago—
Barely walking,
Still biting your ankles.

A song you know
Will only make you worse.
Why press play
If you’re not ready to cry?

The pool you should’ve drained.
I pull you under,
Hold you there,
Watch the bubbles stop.

A broken fire alarm,
Screaming you awake,
Making you worry—
Why else would you?

I’m not sure
I amount to much.
I never did.
Life is a whisper
Yesterday, your laughter filled the air,
Today, the wind carries my tears.

We are candles in a restless night,
Flickering…
Never knowing
When the flame will fade.
the nook of her back
elicits sensations in me
exhilarating;
greater than a drop of espresso
or crack,
I am alive with desire, free —

but will I step forth
and meet she?
We sense it because it comes inexorably,
this is the beginning  of good-bye.
Her eyes avert his, a touch with no
feeling, a caress more cautious than
caring, a kiss when lips do not meet,
this the beginning of good-bye.
A perfunctory placement of the hand,
a conversation moribund, sipping
scotch and sodas in silence, a call that
never comes, memories that have grown opaque,
this is the beginning of good-bye.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I hate that I still do anything
Because of you
But I do
We lie together
Longing for another night
Wishing for more time
600 days Gaza was flooded with spilled blood.
600 days Gaza was groaned in pain.
600 days Gaza was polluted with gunpowder smoke.
600 days Gaza was filled with suffering and chaos.
600 days Gaza was overshadowed by fear.
600 days Gaza was trapped in despair and helplessness.
600 days Gaza was forced to survive until dying.


600 days I finally ran out of words for Gaza.


May 2025

By Alvian Eleven
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