Lines

I love him
and that never had anything
to do with anyone else.
Choking on hurt or embarrassment perhaps?
it weighs on my chest
in a way no amount of pressure
ever managed to cling to you
I envy you that
but I’ve never hated you for it
the way I’ve seen others;
sometimes even complete strangers
hate you immediately upon realizing
their hatefulness could never do [...]

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Morning Lines

~We are curled into one furry, warm, love ball in my bed; one boy, one girl and two dogs–my family.
~Still, in the face of possible perfection, I occasionally choke on my own insecurities.
~It is my river ring, my superhero ring, my bolt of blue-green love lightning, his sparkling promise, his message to the world.
~So many [...]

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Lines

Poetry wakes up
while I tidy the kitchen
and plan a day at Butterfly
The flowers on the table
don’t just wear their color
they sing it
I am watching the future
float above my head
in rainbow soap bubbles
trying to decide which ones to pop . . .

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Lines

your iron fist is rotting
along with the rest of you
in an early grave
[...]

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Lines

~Their memories finally washed away like sidewalk chalk in the tears it took six years to relearn how to cry.
~Stop craning your electronic necks, there’s nothing to see here.
~He believes in love more than I do, but I believe in him enough to make up for it.
~When not ourselves, then something separate we can only [...]

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Thoughts

Poetry is a continuum, the old words feed the new.
I intended to give myself freedom to write about the past, but instead find myself finally feeling free to write about the present and the future . . .
I don’t know what the best choice is . . . so I’m not going to make one [...]

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Parts

no not that way
see how it hurts?
that means no, not that way
[...]

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Thoughts . . .

Just before the world fades away, I always imagine I am dying.
“There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand” –Mary Shelley–Frankenstein
Knitting this yarn feels like the solving of a very long problem; I wish my problems could be solved in such a way.
Its strange to think that he is both [...]

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A Metaphor

A fruit pie trying to cool
in the windowsill
over the kitchen sink
where their words too hotly
contradicted one another.
A conduit
through which two strangers
tried to reconcile
their irreconcilable differences.
A lightning rod
rendering the wrath of Zeus
harmless.
A muse,
the reality of whom
was replaced with the ideas
of one who never met her.
A joke told
when everyone was too drunk to remember
because it wasn’t that [...]

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Lines

something to say
that died on my lips . . .
will I find enough words
in enough time
to finish?
these lines are homeless,
filling the streets of my mind
till I build them poems to live in . . .
the crunch was sickening
but Roxy kept me safe
If Lilith got to have children,
I hope I am descended from her . . [...]

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I love you.

I love the way you always let me know that I’m not alone in anything I do; you are always there, matching your step to mine through this wild life.

I love that I don’t have to be strong all the time because you are strong enough for us both when I falter.

I love that I [...]

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I have the kind of boyfriend . . .

who makes delicious smoothies in the morning out of all organic fruits and juices.
who loves Pizza Hut as much as I do.
who leaves a couple dollars on the seat of my truck so I can pay cash when I leave the short term parking lot after dropping him off at the airport.
who rollerblades all over [...]

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Cold

It was cold when you died.
I walked into the kitchen and mom was sitting on the dryer crying.
I didn’t ask, just turned and left.
The next day we flew to Tennessee.
I’d wanted to go a week earlier, but mom and dad said I’d miss too much school.
I expected you to be there, making everything perfect.
I expected [...]

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Logistics

Its hard to walk faster than a meth addict.
No matter how many times we factor it out, this equation leaves someone short . . .
I can only fold myself in half six times and six times may not be enough.
The wings on her thoughts carry her from point A to point 7; successfully dispensing [...]

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Lately

I’d spill this flesh to keep your greedy eyes thirsty.
My body wastes away, but they all say I’m beautiful.
These bones are beautiful?
Too thin again, I’m told, but my knees are so perfect I can’t stay mad at myself.
Your thoughts escape through your eyes to undermine my existence.
Her thoughts escape through her lips–a thousand words–painting me [...]

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