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Boots
My pine green dr martens sit comfortably under my mirror
Along with an array of other green and black shoes,
But they have been used more in the short time I’ve had them
Then any other patient shoe alongside them. -
This is Skinny Love
This is not for the chaotic ride.
You must stick with until done--
scream at the top and sob at the bottom--
last until you are the only one.
This is not for the feeble heart.
You must mend the gory wounds -
Taking Candy From a Baby
Yes, it may be easy
To abruptly rip something euphoric
From the hands of a growing human
Who is fresh into this world of cruelty
Learning the shapes and colors of life
And introduce the harsh reality -
Golden iris
In honor of my great-grandmother, Elizabeth Sawyer, who raised the best mother I could ever have.
This week during the steaming afternoon
of a Delaware Wednesday in late May
my mother told me she hated the in- -
Myth of the Reaper
The sounds of some louder men stain
The sheets of some quieter women.
Then grows the silence that reaps the hills
Where Death seldom speaks.
I've heard the voice of the Grim Reaper;
She is as holy as she is deadly. -
Inquiries for Greek Gods and Goddesses
I want to shed my skin like a snake and
be offered to gods of divinity;
Aphrodite is it possible to
be beautiful without immortal youth?
I stick in the blunt tongues of sinners like
Loves
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Birdwatching
meet me in the dream where the windows open onto bird flight
with sparrows flitting shadows across the room,
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The power of the feminine
I believe that femininity is power. I was born a girl, and even though I know now that I am more fluid than the word “girl” can contain, I am still feminine. I am feminine because I choose to be.
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God
As children we are taught God was the big man in the sky
He who watches over, tall and overbearing
Thorns stapled to his head and bleeding, he was resurrected for us
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November death
It’s stick season
again.
The leaves have passed and gone.
Spirits ran rampant through our world for one night.
It’s not yet the Feast
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she is maiden, mother, crone
Wind whispers through the air,
snatching at the girl,
sitting in the dark
her face shining though,
in the moonlight.She is anything but what she appears
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Girl
like a human, I take comfort in what I know best.
I'll hide in my favorite spaces, and worry about how I'll have to leave them.
I'm terrible at living in the moment, it seems like a task for future me.