Posts
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Polaroid
I remember taking Polaroids with you
In the driveway of the house you’ve now sold
On a grey afternoon that looked like night
In the photos. We’d wait impatiently
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Stained-Glass Girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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nevermind, then.
and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky
the same way the words from the song i sang about you
under my misty-cold breath
died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
Loves
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A Question, a Cry
What
is this, this viscous liquid I’m drowning in, something dark and opaque, I cannot breathe—
What is
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renewal (rough draft)
in space, the atoms found their mark
somewhere far from everybody's heart
from then on, on a purge to the deep end
you persist, someone told you the answer
lies under 6 feet of sea sand.
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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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and what must they think of our golden door now?
the statue of liberty was brown once, an unprepared American girl blistering in the sun as if our Constitution has torn sharp green papercuts into her skin.
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I’m not his girl
Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked
i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day -
What if
everyone loves her
like it’s the easiest thing in the world
like breathing
like light finding the ocean
she walks into a room
and it rearranges itself around her
but she never sees it
never sees the way they watch her