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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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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.
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Growing Beautifully Old
Because that is love,
when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you,
and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession.
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The birds flee the dying places
In the sky
the birds fly,
fleeing this land, for this land is dying.
They fly south, to the deserts and the rainforests,
Places indefinitely lively. -
She
She was told to blend in,
to never show off.
“Women should be seen and not heard”
or maybe not seen either;
She was told to be smart,
but of course, not too smart.
you must not scare them away. -
The Eldest of the Seasons
if life is but a dream for the dead
may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons
letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october
letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates
