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I wake, womb-warm
In bed. My eyes flood the room.
The crack of the door blinds me.
A slipshod sprint of dressing
Morning shirts and burly boots
Cold coffee, a belly belch. Roots
Hold me to my chair. A blessing
Is said before I leave.
I look to the sight beyond the window sill.
The glum-grey morning stands so still
Still like a pool in a minefield.
In bed. My eyes flood the room.
The crack of the door blinds me.
A slipshod sprint of dressing
Morning shirts and burly boots
Cold coffee, a belly belch. Roots
Hold me to my chair. A blessing
Is said before I leave.
I look to the sight beyond the window sill.
The glum-grey morning stands so still
Still like a pool in a minefield.
Literature
A girl like that
I don't deserve you
What was I thinking?
A fat little selfish brat like me
does most sertainly not deserve such a wonderful boy like you
So you better leave me alone now
I shall step aside
so someone who deserves you better can come around
She has to be real pretty
A cute little face with big beautiful eyes
long waving soft hair
and a happy smile to light up your world
She has to be thin with a partly good confidence
but still humble and kind
to never let you down
She should never hurt you or leave you
She shall always stand by your side and help you fight the battle
and she must have what it takes to do so
She has to have al
Literature
I loved a girl.
i loved a girl.
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
& sexton.
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
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sunday girl
i watch you shuffle through the kitchen
and i can feel my fingers softening
and my mind crashing but there are so many
things i want to scream at you, like:
how on earth did you learn to love me
when there are continents forming between my ankles,
when i'm stuck in the middle of a road and there's
a car coming right for me and i just stand and wait,
and how on earth could anyone
have so many freckles between their shoulder blades and
why is it that when you nestle your stupid head into
the spaces between my ribs all i can say is
that your hair smells like September 25th, 2012,
or how your eyes look like pages of an atlas
and that i want
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"I wake womb-warm"
That is so robust. Love it. Just love it.
That is so robust. Love it. Just love it.