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I Stand
Slowly,
I stand,
simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly
stammering silly sayings,
smiling at the shining sky.
Solemnly,I sit,
in the scenes of September, singing
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Moving
I’m moving.
I’ve found a little place in the Past,
It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,
And things aren’t working out Here,
So I’m settling for memories.
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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Nail Polish at Midnight
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to doto stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes:
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Loves
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on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
smeared -
wanting, without direction
today's air tastes like berries
and overused metaphors. the shadows run
across golden ground, and i look
at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.
a boundary, a gate
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Orpheus and Eurydice
The irregular trods of exhaustion, followed by certain ones of death. Chasing the mouth of the Styx. Trying to ignore the screams of a thousands hanging from the limbs of lamenting branches, whilst following a torch that still would not light.
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October 20th
There is nothing like the floating feeling of trying to do pilates in socks and listening to Cigarettes After Sex as your knees scrape against the carpeted floor and the almost-black almost-night clings to the windows.
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