#storypoem
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The mirror judged in silenceher eye seeing all of mein her glass painasking without speakingas to why I stood beforeher, masked and hiddenfrom her gaze. I tried to tell herit was necessary,but necessary for who?I tried to answerit kept me safebut she knew,I was as mucha danger to meas anyone elseso it was a lie…
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I waved to you across the country air over fields, hills, and brick buildings, dotted line borders not yet a quarter millennia in the making. I waved to you in mistyped messages, info dumpjoy of a moment neatly folded into the confines of our days, like packing for a daytrip in our minds. I waved…
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It’s the waiting that kills you. We should be thankful.This time they caught it early,as if a life sentence hasany other way of running out. We should be thankfulthat she fell in the showerthe crack of sudden vision loss in the steam,keep the chipped tile as a good luck charmsince they found the tumor again…
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When night falls, so does his mind.The walls open like stage curtainsto play a retinue of decades past.The day he skinned his kneeplaying baseball with his friends.The first time he heard her voiceon the operator line directing his call.The day they first met, her arrivingearly to the park with a friendstanding further away to scout…
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them…
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Old t-shirts in the closetholiday decorations in the attic.The only once used, then forgotten,waffle iron and matching crock potnext to the glassware collection. The smile in the photograph but not really a smile.More a wry chucklebehind the sunglasses without a sound. The echo of their voices is in the walls of the house,not quite real,…
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Am I your alibifor when you don’t remember sex? An alter you couldn’t be botheredto even name, just a fragment of the host self you let out at partiesor whenever you need something stronger than your spine? I amthe jet fuel in your veins. At any sign of trouble,I am there. Your persistent companion Your…
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The sun hides from view,what day is it anymore?Bloom quiet dusklight My branches slowly form limbs again, though tulipsstill grow from my hair. It’s then I hear thelantern light conversing withthe travel-worn tree. In one, the voice ismelody eager light, theother steady, warm. “She’s a long way fromhome,” the lantern says briskly,each word crisp cut…
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I dream of the drumsYour kisses echodown the valley of menpoised for battlewith a whiskey keg.The goose is cooked,green laced wedding dresswith a flower crown. I dream of you in yarrowI dream of dandelion fluffI dream of me loving youI dream of you loving meI dream of our honeymoonMaking love within that lakeI dream of…
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He glowed with secretsworn like armor, shielding whatuntold future lies____ I arranged myselfin pretty perfect patterns for you, did it work?___ I fold the whispersof sunset into my skirts,delight radiant. ___I revive my heart,only to cut more piecesoff, to give to you. ____Today I dreamed of copper skies, the line between fae and real world…
Poetry With Hart 