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it's like when i would walk on the curb and you would hold my hand so i wouldn't fall, and the fact that i'm trying to get you to live again. you want me on ice when i can barely stand up on my own feet and you want everything for me.
i once heard a bird chirping in the middle of a frozen winter.
is it hopeful or just confused?
it's like when i got frigid water in my shoes and you know how i hate that squelching noise so you carried me on your back for three blocks until we got home. and how i could see your breath every time your chest fell, like a plume of acrid cigarette smoke. i would try to catch it before it dissipated.
it's like drawing our names on the street with chalk until i couldn't even feel my fingers anymore, and we would go get me hot chocolate. you liked the fact that it made my tummy warm and you would press your face to my skin and tease my bellybutton.
it's like having conversations in the fog of the glass and you complaining that you can't read cursive, and me wondering if this is an omen.
it's like suddenly realizing that my heart is covered with frost and the hot chocolate doesn't help it anymore.
i once heard a bird chirping in the middle of a frozen winter.
is it hopeful or just confused?
it's like when i got frigid water in my shoes and you know how i hate that squelching noise so you carried me on your back for three blocks until we got home. and how i could see your breath every time your chest fell, like a plume of acrid cigarette smoke. i would try to catch it before it dissipated.
it's like drawing our names on the street with chalk until i couldn't even feel my fingers anymore, and we would go get me hot chocolate. you liked the fact that it made my tummy warm and you would press your face to my skin and tease my bellybutton.
it's like having conversations in the fog of the glass and you complaining that you can't read cursive, and me wondering if this is an omen.
it's like suddenly realizing that my heart is covered with frost and the hot chocolate doesn't help it anymore.
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dear midnight
my earthy mattress tickles my neck
as i lay down to stare at my love,
but i am not looking over;
i am looking up.
power lines scar her stellar
dark-blue face, and city lights
pollute her skin like a thousand
spotlights on an over-powdered model.
but i am not concerned about
her blemishes; no, tonight i am here
to find flawlessness beneath
the flaws.
and so i gaze
the stars are the freckles
on heaven's nose, and the clouds
the hair of Venus herself.
i reach up to try to sift my fingers
through her wispy white locks,
but find she is too far away.
a single star drifts across the dark
cheeks of the night, and i fear
sh
Literature
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
Literature
dissection of dreams.
She would dream of blue winters
and glorious cities filled with love.
She would dream of soft dirt
beneath her back and imagine
what the sun would look like
from above. She wrapped her
thoughts in pretty pink ribbon
and stored them away for a
rainy day. When she woke in
the morning, she would devour
words for breakfast and wash
it down with the morning sounds.
She was thoughtful, she was dirty,
she was obscene. She was bright,
and dull, she was grass yet she
resembled the heavens. She
mourned for every breath that
we exhaled and hoped that one
day it would be something more
extravagant. And most important
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Beautiful.