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throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago,
when my bridges were too young
to be fireproof
and I didn't yet know the words
for surrender.
you were my Columbus,
my twisted Magellan,
hands hardened and hungry
for any part of me
that could bear your name.
you sought me and wrought me
dead in the water,
every bloody fingerprint a flag
that marked each brand-new territory
upon my skin -
spread-eagled, supine,
I was greener than grass
and you sent your victory marches
all over me,
steamrolling my rugged edges
and calling me all the kind words for
barbarian.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
people aren't supposed to fall
like leaves;
you aren't supposed to pile them up
and burn them.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
before ache upon ache
was tattooed on these bones;
before my voice knew how to beg
for mercy.
and even now,
I say grace when I am called
to remember you.
and even now,
I am naive enough
to still be so grateful.
to a lifetime ago,
when my bridges were too young
to be fireproof
and I didn't yet know the words
for surrender.
you were my Columbus,
my twisted Magellan,
hands hardened and hungry
for any part of me
that could bear your name.
you sought me and wrought me
dead in the water,
every bloody fingerprint a flag
that marked each brand-new territory
upon my skin -
spread-eagled, supine,
I was greener than grass
and you sent your victory marches
all over me,
steamrolling my rugged edges
and calling me all the kind words for
barbarian.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
people aren't supposed to fall
like leaves;
you aren't supposed to pile them up
and burn them.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
before ache upon ache
was tattooed on these bones;
before my voice knew how to beg
for mercy.
and even now,
I say grace when I am called
to remember you.
and even now,
I am naive enough
to still be so grateful.
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Literature
If you're going to be sanctimonious
Awkward bodies are for growing
teenagers, not twenty-four
year old college graduates.
My hips were made to procreate;
my shoulders to carry the weight
of your stares. I’m perfectly fine;
your perception is what’s messed up.
I shave for my own comfort,
not yours. My nails are short
and chewed upon. I don’t
even own a pair of heels;
shackles would be more comfortable.
My hands are scratched
by all the cats I’ve cared for.
I look best in business casual;
slacks, tank, shell. I never remember
my bust size. I own more books
than clothes. My eyes are gold
in the late afternoon sunshine.
I can afford a bland oat
diet an
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one
we will become silhouettes
slowly, first,
like candle wax melting:
you lose the colour in your memories.
my sunflower rainboots
become dust,
stuck in my hair, dust.
the room lies in silence.
behind my ears, i kept a bit of melancholy
but i lost it yesterday.
the winds smoothed out that edge
to your smile that was like the beard of a key,
fitting just right.
we were solid ground.
"forever". now,
the room lies in silence.
we were warm skin, once.
tomorrow, as the day comes up,
we will be left as merely silhouettes.
half-forgotten
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land of the envied.
there’s a cross inked down the flat plane of his back,
one thick line of black punctured by the jut of bone,
but a shrug of fabric later and that’s all gone –
was it ever really there in the first place?
the lone paper bag in the corner of the room
has wrinkles all over its front and back,
trademark symbols of wisdom and serenity –
gone through mass production and rough hands.
a still body of water slowly clouds over in the tub,
the temperature warm enough to fight away goosebumps
but cold enough for you to want to sink into it and never rise –
one slow trickle is all it takes for empty gaps to fill up over
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Happy Thanksgiving, kids.
|| Let's play a game called: see if you can find the double meanings!
First poem in a long while. Critique, please!
|| Let's play a game called: see if you can find the double meanings!
First poem in a long while. Critique, please!
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Really well executed! The ambiguity is very clever, and I loved the interplay of the concepts of exploration and conquest, as well as the final contextualisation being given by a very modern phrase.
Brilliant!
Brilliant!