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Category Archives: Poem
Twelve
Twelve is such a frantic, explosive age To be surrounded by it is to be reminded of the passage of time I recall my own fierce tempers and mood swings My fragile friendships, As passionate as any fairy tale and … Continue reading
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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
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
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
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
Home is
Home was the pages of a good book Curled up on a couch 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
Grow
My mother grew me Hair, bones, teeth and skin Incubating in her stomach Nourishing an idea of a person For nine tender months Until I burst forth Like a hideous, shriveled raisin And became real My mother grew me She gave … Continue reading
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
What choice is there, really?
I let myself fall for a story I weave the threads together like an insane Choose-your-own-adventure tale Sometimes the path leads to tender gazes, sweet gestures the gentle touch of a hand knowing questions and inside jokes Full of the … Continue reading
Seven Years
They did the math, you know Every seven years, your cells have all replaced themselves You have a new skin And probably smell different Every seven years This means I can figure out exactly To the day The moment when … Continue reading