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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.
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I hate the sunset tonight
Why won't the sky explode in a burst of orange-yellow-red radiance, turning each moment golden? Or fade into lavender laced with blue and whisper-pink, the world muffled and soft around the edges?
Loves
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The Silent and Still
I think I live for the silent and still —
The friends you made against your will.
The evening light,
The morning mist,
The impossible odds that you even exist.
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Mistakes Made
Her anger spilled in cruel phrases.
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The Dreams of This Evening
What will you do with your one wild and precious life?
There was June snow
All day today,
Whispering through the air
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was there before?
it's hard to remember when/
when the throat begins to scratch at the mouth, begging to be let free
when the stomach begins its churning waves like an upset ocean god
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I Am Someone Who
I am someone who is waiting on a dock in the middle of the night. There is a gross, green electric light shining on me. There is something out in the waves.
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wait for it
she says i’m warm
yet i feel
cold
distant
i feel space,
the seconds
and severed flesh
that separates
me from myself.
how can i be warm
how can i be excited