Poetry

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    you are every eyebrow raise

    every smile

    frown 

    and concealed smirk 

    you can't help but show 

    on your canvas of a face

     

    when observing you

  • The Lock Pick's Garden

    I was never allowed in the basement, 

    there was always a lock on the door,

    and my parents avoided telling me why.

    Great parenting strategy, 

    not even making up a lie for me,

  • Watch faces

    I talked with this third grader on the bus

    she asked to see my watch face. 

    I showed her and said, 

    "this is me and my boyfriend at a concert we played

    at the Flynn"

    are you still in love?

  • Girlhood

    The girls,

    the little kids on the bus, 

    switching seats and grabbing friends and TALKING

    loud and jarring

    life is joy, to them,

    life is play.

    I want them to stay there.

  • What is left

    [This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]

     

    when all we have is spent–

    what will we have left?



    people once before us–

  • Happy Ending

    When I look at you,

    the world feels like it finally chose the right ending.

    No scripts, no staged lines,

    just two hearts learning their way through the same story.

    You don’t need crowns to be royalty.

  • Poetry

    By LGC

    Mi portóncito

    Mi portóncito

    My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;

    the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to

    Mi portóncito- the one taking me home