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as much as i love this place
it’s odorless as i search fervently,
like a blue-black raven
looking for a lost ring in a
sea of slivers and grass,
for a scent of you others
get to call home
but there are countless
miles of landmarks and
highway routes collecting
spackled wishes and
keeping your comfort
and company
from me (for now)
but yet a Southern breeze
honeyed by late night skype calls,
1:42pm texts
- the sound of your nose scrunching
when you light up the room
settles inside of me
like home
it’s odorless as i search fervently,
like a blue-black raven
looking for a lost ring in a
sea of slivers and grass,
for a scent of you others
get to call home
but there are countless
miles of landmarks and
highway routes collecting
spackled wishes and
keeping your comfort
and company
from me (for now)
but yet a Southern breeze
honeyed by late night skype calls,
1:42pm texts
- the sound of your nose scrunching
when you light up the room
settles inside of me
like home
Literature
wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
Literature
Expiration
With you I always feel like I’m
trying
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
and how
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell yo
Literature
KATRINA
LIVES A MILE
from the sea.
she is sallow as a beach.
she smells like rain,
or a wet earth,
with pale hair clipped
behind her head
with pins.
she feels as though her hair
would be black. but it is
brown, sometimes
and sometimes
it is colorless
blonde.
KATRINA
GIVES MY STOMACH
a fight.
she doesn't speak.
she is silence.
i speak at her, mostly
and her eyes
look as though
they've been plucked
from a lynx
to replace
her own.
they are blue around the edges
the deep blue you find
at the edge of the sea,
if you've been out that far.
at the center they are green
light like a riptide.
they tug you in.
unmoving, and calculating
with audacity.
KATR
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ah so calm and collected to do with the partner ship. Something that wont go away even if something like love can shine like a ring, it however cannot be lost unless not fixed or looked for in the good manners of humanity