Author Archives: caterpillargold

Kitchen-Table Prophecy

She was fed a story as a child Standing in her grandmothers’ kitchen Between two old, knife-scarred, wooden tables Munching on fresh-from-the-oven buttered bread “This one will fall in love hard and all at once” She swallowed it whole Between … Continue reading

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Ink

At this keyboard, my fingers are stalled My brain is tripping over words Putting sentences together That I quite like the formation of Can hardly remember how you once tasted on my lips How I gasped to kiss you and … Continue reading

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Paying attention

You were talking Saying something interesting Truly, it was I was paying attention I swear I was It was just a moment When I noticed your hands And how they move when you talk And how somehow They are large … Continue reading

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Yoga

I’ve got gym clothes on And I’m laying, “stretching” out on the mat waiting for class to start As people around me set up I’m proud of myself for making it here. It’s been a long day I had to … Continue reading

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Home is

Home was the pages of a good book Curled up on a ┬ácouch Sound off, the world disappearing As I learned what kind of person I wanted to be Home was your blue eyes and quick laugh Touching your neck … Continue reading

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Grow

My mother grew me Hair, bones, teeth and skin Incubating in her stomach Nourishing an idea of a┬áperson For nine tender months Until I burst forth Like a hideous, shriveled raisin And became real My mother grew me She gave … Continue reading

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Capital R

I am a deeply Romantic person Note the capital R. I am utter crap at grand gestures I’ll forget birthdays and feel weird bringing Or accepting flowers The words ‘I love you’ Are said clumsily, like a drunk person trying … Continue reading

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