Poetry

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,

I was around nine years old when I started to hate myself...

I was never good enough

I would tell myself...

I stopped eating

I skipped meals

I kept quiet because

I was never good enough

Mama/an eagle. 
We/weasels/deer in headlights. 
She flies on. We stay. 

step outside

the breeze is blowing

wisps of cirrus cloud

the sky is blue

the geese are leaving

farewell

we say

and don't mean it

mean it please for once

the turning leaves will thank you

The moon hangs low tonight,

quiet as a thought not yet spoken.

Her light hovers over rooftops

and sifts through the cracks in curtains,

touching everything gently,

Juice tastes like your spit on my lips

It overflows, slides down the point of my chin--

I can see the dirt, the darker spots

It smells like my backyard, like orange blossoms in the spring time

Leaning into you

I guess I

Couldn't resist

I was tired

It was instinct

Can I really fight instinct

When it's leading me to you?

The soft flutter of butterfly wings against

My skin

Scalding water to make tea 

Eggs Broken to cook an omelet 

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I wonder what I'd do if it were up to me 

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 Where I'd draw the line in the sand  

I want to scream as I close the the text thread with shaking fingers---

Are they even fingers at this point?

They are just an instrument to 

I'm tired of walking the same loop

Taking the same few steps forward

Just to walk the same steps back

I'm enamored with the way we were

Enamored with the things we swore

The red truck blue truck cap

Bright blue, not pretty

Like dancing eyes no

This is down to business blue eyes hardened

After too many people said no

After too many yesses didn’t work out

I dream in feeling

Color in my own black-and-white mindscapes with emotion

It's never meaningless

I dream in feeling

Energies

It's true that how a person makes you feel