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Chicago Audition
I used to walk into a theater and it was salvation.
Stage lights and people who filled up a room,
I was happy to watch them for hours.
I wanted to become some part of that
some part of the instant admiration
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Faith
They told you to believe.
So you did. With all your heart.
And that heart betrayed you,
again and again,
so you beat it bloody
until it cowered
and you ran from it.
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Spring Rain
I don't believe in leaves in March
but here I am, showered full to bursting in May's nakedness
I didn't believe, but I knew the truth, they would come.
I rage,
I weep,
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Humanity
It was a dark thing that lived in their chests
It was a heavy thing that kept them tied to the ground
Unaware of the power their wings held
And yet so very alert to the fact
That wings they did have
Feathers and muscles and tendons -
Deep COVID
I used to get so angry at the broken pieces of the world.
I used to cry when they cut me
or if I saw them cut anyone else.
Now I turn to mist —
spread out, light, floating.
You can't hurt mist. -
August
He was always my favorite, out of all of them – it was barely a competition. He knew it, too. I suppose he was used to being peoples favorite. After all thats how they found him. He wasn't just charming. He wasn't just a people person.
Loves
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fermata
I sob for
something I think I
hate, but cry "no no no"
when asked if I
want to quit.
Because I just can't.
There is no
possible way
that I could quit.
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to tina and amy
Thank you,
tina fey and amy poehler
it makes me feel good
that you two
sat behind
the weekend update desk
telling jokes
proving that edgy,
political comedy
is not just
a
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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I am not
I am not a poet
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words
I am not a musician -
everything I cannot say to you
there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you
but where to begin?
it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn
the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being
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the misery of love
every time you look at me
with your soft eyes,
tan skin,
and a nose you used to hate,
I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you.