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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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Muscle, Bone and Skin

She looks on, Gaze unwavering, unflinching, Counts bones 1-2-3 Sees brown freckles dotting in excessive punctuation Ingrown hairs angrily red Blue veins creeping like cream in fresh milk Across thighs muscular and dimpled. A seasoning of bruises old and new, … 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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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

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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

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