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it all became a heartthrob obsession
when your eyes smiled along
with the sun, too,
and my broken bones fluttered along
to my now alive again, heart-rate--
the violin strings i doubt i could play
would ring through your ears like
every thought of your fingers
running through my hair
that would never happen in this poisoned
"reality."
bone like wisps and heavy rib cages
that i will never get
to caress and fix,
no- i'm not a mechanic
but i'm damn close.
so let me write you a
river of some kind of
sad truth, a riverside woodland
where both of us see
the forest for the trees
"don't fall into the water!"
(i don't have a line of fate on my palm.
does that mean i've already met it?)
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faded smiles and lost hopes
she's never alone but
you cannot taste loneliness.
and (she dissolves)
she'll smile sadly when you name her atlas,
because you forgot she carries suffering not hope.
(you forgot everything she had to give up,
you forgot to shoulder some of the weight,
youforgot,youforgot,youforgot,youforgot).
[repeat it, repeat it, repeat it and
listen to her bones crack.]
you cannot claim something you never had;
she held everyone but
no one
held
her.
[she's slipping through your fingers.]
take her gently by the wrist,
but it is too late.
(she shatters at the lightest touch).
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twenty / something
growing up means :
bird metaphors are becoming trite / i must no longer write
about leaving the nest but decide where i can find a place to build.
like this we all pay our rents. i think about Franklin and his taxes
/ skull collector / his eventual place in the dirt / a nest of paper : currency
of misappropriated quotes.
i return home / find my poster of Che folded into tablecloth /
critical theory textbooks mothballed into the ivory of closet.
/ by home : i mean nest / or conjugal remembrance.
when i dream anymore, it’s about equity / fringe benefi
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(wherever you want me)
half of my heart
is hurting
because
half of my heart
is hurting
but I remain
quite certain
of
where I want
to be
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i really shouldn't waste my words on a boy who's too hard to understand.
but that's love, dear.
"everything that drowns me makes me want to fly."
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