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this shallow way home
red brick gravestone
the dips and whorls in
the valley of ur stomach
where i buried my head
and u stroked my soft hair
and said lets stop now
in the mountain of ur body
i find my body
i find myself in the steam of coffee
and ground up
sky down, i find a rugged path
brisk in edgeways and fingertips
far in empty casings and orchids
didnt u watch the harvest this year?
didnt u see it all barren as a dead thing could be?
i did, i did. trying to write my name
in the misty windows and the greys
of curtains and collarbones
where the words don't fall the right ways.
i dont care about looking sideways
when i cross the road
i care about you on the other side
where a body is that i know how to touch.
winter ate us up in the harvest
when my parents swallowed each other whole
and my skin wrapped itself
around the both of us
the empty corn ears built a nest
and we left the red brick
give me ur heartache i said
and we can plant it here for everyone to see
red brick gravestone
the dips and whorls in
the valley of ur stomach
where i buried my head
and u stroked my soft hair
and said lets stop now
in the mountain of ur body
i find my body
i find myself in the steam of coffee
and ground up
sky down, i find a rugged path
brisk in edgeways and fingertips
far in empty casings and orchids
didnt u watch the harvest this year?
didnt u see it all barren as a dead thing could be?
i did, i did. trying to write my name
in the misty windows and the greys
of curtains and collarbones
where the words don't fall the right ways.
i dont care about looking sideways
when i cross the road
i care about you on the other side
where a body is that i know how to touch.
winter ate us up in the harvest
when my parents swallowed each other whole
and my skin wrapped itself
around the both of us
the empty corn ears built a nest
and we left the red brick
give me ur heartache i said
and we can plant it here for everyone to see
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If you're going to be sanctimonious
Awkward bodies are for growing
teenagers, not twenty-four
year old college graduates.
My hips were made to procreate;
my shoulders to carry the weight
of your stares. I’m perfectly fine;
your perception is what’s messed up.
I shave for my own comfort,
not yours. My nails are short
and chewed upon. I don’t
even own a pair of heels;
shackles would be more comfortable.
My hands are scratched
by all the cats I’ve cared for.
I look best in business casual;
slacks, tank, shell. I never remember
my bust size. I own more books
than clothes. My eyes are gold
in the late afternoon sunshine.
I can afford a bland oat
diet an
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what to do when he doesn't say it back
a)
you will give all of yourself to a boy who won't know you at all.
he will recycle your parts, make you stationary, bind you into
paper that he will gift back so you can write poetry about him.
you, too, say i love you quickly.
when he doesn't say it back, evaporate.
b)
he will kiss you in places you didn't know existed.
until him, you were a peasant in your body's palace.
he crowned you princess, broke the lock of your castle's gates.
when he doesn't say it back, load your cannons.
c)
you are a fountain pen.
look him in the eye when you write him letters on your skin.
when he asks to read them, surrender.
you have always be
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let's pretend this never happened
because honestly,
i don't know you and this was
just a big mistake, she says
very softly.
the morning sun peeks in
through the curtain as she pulls
on yesterday's shirt and i catch
my last glimpse of her thin
shoulder blades, protruding like
wings about to burst out of their
seams. she won't look at me.
the floor creaks with her weight
as she gathers her things. i've
already forgotten her eyes, wide
with wonder, and her lips, her
slender jawbone. i wish she
would turn around. i try to speak,
but words don't come.
her bare feet pad across the
room and she pauses in the doorway,
head turned to the side, as if listening,
perhaps to my h
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this summer has been the longest ive ever had and i just want it all to be over except i dont know what that means
this summer has been the longest ive ever had and i just want it all to be over except i dont know what that means
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