#iphone6 #240fps

#iphone6 #240fps

"

A glacial silence
stilled me into
the ground.

I’d heard these words
before.
“You only have a certain number
of days on earth…”
It was a passing phrase,
a fragile bridge between two thoughts
on a radio show that I cannot remember.

A certain number of days…
So why spend them wishing.
So why spend them counting.
So why spend them hoping.

The stillness remains,
and stings my eyes in the same way
that the 23rd Psalm does.
“Surely goodness and mercy…”
Someone thought of that.
Someone counted on that.

What will I say,
years from now,
when people ask with concealed regret
and shaking words-
“…where were you?”

What will I say
years from now,
when I ask
“Where were you?”
and you tell me that
you were waiting.

"

— RK

"

There’s a jagged comfort
in measuring moments.
60 seconds in a minute.
365 days in a year.
5,280 feet in a mile.

Measured time.
See you soon.
I’ll find you tomorrow.
Goodnight for now.

What is immeasurable
is the distance between us.
A hollow hello.
A vague so long.
The quiet phone.

I was never more sure
of how vast the
distance between us was
than when you were
standing next to me.

And so for now,
I wonder in circles
and wander
and kick at the
leaves.

"

— RK

"

It always looks
more official when
it’s typed out.
Something permanent about thoughts;
the black against the white.

Things sound worse than they are.
Traces of pieces
of the way you’d
look at me
if I said them to you
drift past my eyes like
orange and red and blue-jacketed
children going down an
aluminum playground slide.

The crescent moon above us.
Our blood is cold and we’re alone.
But I’m alone with you.

I like that one.
I imagine you’d like it too,
but you wouldn’t know that
it’s “you” in the “us.”

I saw you leaving.
I saw the night, cold.
Don’t have to call me back.
I had everything I needed.

The blanket that someone gave us
but we can’t remember who,
and your hand on my head, resting.

Moments go by where I should say something.
You should say something.
But we don’t.
We just lie on the couch together,
and the moments pass.

gliding together
sailing through the night
looking through our windows,
thinking very different things.

"

— RK

#summer #sunset #milwaukee #poetry #art

#summer #sunset #milwaukee #poetry #art

"Earlier, my room smelled
the way it did when
I was younger.
The fan blew in
the scent of the past.
Like rain and summer
and leaves.
Like days when
I’d close my eyes
and sleep away
the afternoon.
Before I knew what
heartsickness was.
Before I knew how
frustrated I’d become.
Before I lost
people I loved."

— RK

"

I am not afraid of dying alone
I am afraid of living alone

I fear that all I know will
have done no good

I’m still, inside
With you at the center of me

The ones I love are not separate
from me.
Rather, I am made up of them

I am looking for someone to
spend with me
what time there is left

I am looking for someone to
not be afraid of death
with.

"