Category: Blog
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Heart speaks.
There are so many things I could write about. Watching her brave face crumple as soon as she collapsed against her physical therapist, legs frail and body exhausted after walking 45 steps down the hall. Singing Alicia Keys as she walked, as she sobbed in her bed for ten minutes after. I could linger in…
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why is it not a thing
to call in heartsick bed fortressed byempty bottlesof wine/Nyquil/whatevertissues crumpledin with the bedsheets I am taking good careI will be in tomorrowI must have got hit hardwith something dreadful.
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Here, holding
Heart is crowded tonight –its swollen waterskin – the tension it takesto keep a surface. I thinkit is just an illusion,as I listen to Death Caband remember curling into youon the leather couch cushions.I watched my friend cryas I left her lighthouse porchand my eyes sang back her ocean hymns.I am often unsure of whois…
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29/30
Just because I leftthe bed we madedoesn’t mean I don’twant it to be empty. I don’t know why –I don’t want you to be alone – but the curve of her body would feel like a thief,stealing my warmthtaking the shape I left.I don’t know why but leaving did nottake with it the fearof being…
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26/30, 27/30
I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation about the gaps in my 30-poems-in-30-days undertaking. But I want to give some context anyway, if nothing else then out of appreciation for those who have liked or reblogged or commented on my writing so far. It is comforting to feel less like shouting into a void,…
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28/30
Tiger There is a tiger in my belly a steady growl churnsmy insides the clawsclench into me knife-sharpcurves I knowhe is awake. There is a memory crouched low abdomengrazing earth bonestaut angles eyes liton prey brain fixedon survival body snappedforward crazed instinctswift chase viciousattack pierce rip jerkviolence casual skillfulartful and utterlyguiltless hunger satisfied. There is…
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24/30
Intimacy is surrenderingyour ugliest stainsand watching thembecome watercolorsin another’s hands.