Posts
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My Protectors Plea
You are starting to learn the difference now.
Between delusion and misguided hope.
Delusion was believing being dismissive
Of a tortured body was a better gift
Than having to see where the handprints stayed. -
Intoxication
I am fatally allergic to pollen-
But for you, my virulent flower,
I will inhale each baneful minute scent.
I will adore every dwindling moment of it.
When you beckon I will return for the reminiscence -
Just Another Thought
I may not be running out of time-
But I'm running out of shelf space
to keep all of these thoughts.
The weight limit has passed the last pound.
The memory of imagination can
go in the trash to be burned- can't it? -
It's winter again
I felt your footsteps on the stairs again –
I heard the creaking from the wood.
Daddy, this house is banal and rusting –
It badly needs some polish and oiling.
The paint on the walls is flaking off -
oh my god they were roommates
my dear, we are the romantics-
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine- -
In Our Aging
Climb into our bed beside me.
Let's tangle up like yarn in a basket-
Carefully knit together my hands
To yours- mindlessly leave notes
With a sultry undertone
In your kisses- rid my scars with your
Loves
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An ode to my unborn daughter, Stellaluna
Star in the sky
My star in the sky
You do not exist anymore except in my heart
You were once a seed in my womb
Growing growing gone
My star in the sky or are you the moon or a planet far far away
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Happy Birthday, Mom
Dear Mom,
I forgot to buy you something again. I guess I couldn't find anything that expressed my gratitude enough, so I've decided to write you something until I have time to buy you that wine you like.
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Theology
Religion is girlhood
God is a teenage girl screaming the names of the people she used to love at the sky
Worship is dancing and celebrating while still being upset
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I Called Her
Sarah made grunting noises as we passed the deli, I asked her why, yet she didn't answer me. It’s almost as if we’re tense every time we walk downtown.
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Warning
I’m warning you
When I fall in love
Every moment
Is made into poetry
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Lines in Bark
Never forget this moment, my child.
Never forget the tall mountains of mist
Or the low valleys of grass
Never forget the forests so peaceful
The ocean so sparkling