January 2012
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Circa: Us
Her majesty waited anxiously
In wrinkled, worn robes,
Trunk at the ready.
She rocked back and forth,
Staring at the streak of sunshine
Fleeing under the bottom of the tent.
(if only it was her escaping)
Vazquez peeled the curtain back and peered in.
He lifted an eyebrow and adjusted his glare.
Her head dropped, docile blind obedience.
Swaying, she stared at her feet in the grass.
She blinked...
November 2011
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October 2011
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i’ve got joy down in my heart, deep, deep down in my-
heart, those heart stickers your elementary school teachers gave you to decorate your valentine’s day box every year stuck all over your face. you’ve been in the craft closet again-
there is a sticker above your eye, at the end of your nose.
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my heart is heavier than any bowling ball that could be thrown down a lane
it would crush every pin waiting proud at the bottom
but it’s three strikes, you’re out
so what am i to do when i’ve thrown my heart more than thrice?
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Exodus
Going going gone
Ten plagues weren’t enough
To stop the chase.
Only the Red Sea could,
Parted precisely
Like a five-year-old’s hair
During his first school picture.
September 2011
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"Sleepwalking?"
There once was a ghost of a little boy who had passed away late one night in a seaside hotel where he and his mother had dropped their tawdry luggage when they’d gotten kicked out of their apartment.
He wanted the ocean; he wanted the salt and the sand because children who dug their toes in the sand seemed happier than children whose mothers were too lazy to pay bills. His mother wouldn’t let him...
kalopsia
August 2011
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my summer smelled like fire smoke and wet pavement
he was the type of boy you could smell a mile away
he’d steeped himself in cologne and added a little bit of honey
every human being has someone else’s mouth,
someone’s eyes
they are facing the ineluctable, no democracy.
every piece if their body was stitched together
in loving memory of their predecessors,
living proof if their unavoidable inheritance.
July 2011
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We are sitting on a ratty back porch with missing railings. There are fairy lights braided around the rafters and ivy clinging to the rails. Tea lights of humble beginnings flicker beside the cool bench that we are curled up on, laughing at stories that ultimately won’t matter in the grand scheme of things, because little will matter compared to the cataclysmic occurance that is our pinky fingers...
June 2011
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and in the end, that’s all they were.
just a boy
and a girl
lying prone on a bed,
a lake of doubts pooled between them.
i could listen to you
read the phonebook-
a book of people and
numbers that represent home-
because somewhere among those names and numbers
might be the code that unlocks
the door that is my stubborn mouth
that refuses to tell you
that i want you
to be my home
sorry, darling
sorry, dear
this is just one of those times
when i will act pouty
and childish
because i didn’t get my way
because i can’t change prior engagements
because i might miss something special
May 2011
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It is times like these that make me blissfully aware of the edges of feet
Thin so thin
that you can turn sideways and disappear
that the filaments of your thoughts show through your scalp
that you can read through your eyelids
that your teeth show through your never-smiling lips
and nobody can hear you because your voice is gone
Love Letter
Dear Pomegranate Tea,
You’ve always been there for me. You center me, tea. My problems seem smaller with you in my system.Thanks for never judging me by how many teaspoons of sugar that I dump in your waiting belly.
I’ll admit that I sometimes cheat on you with rose petal tea; it is nothing personal. You don’t mean anything less; a girl just needs some variability sometimes....
columns of leaves
blocked her sun
the Smell of mildew
tainted her edges
Hair long
Scraggly
The kind of hair
That ballooned in
Rope like tendrils
sun laced down
puddling around the
ridges of my cheekbones
filling the spaces
between my toes
landing in the
crevices of my fingernails
and looping around my eyelashes
making its way to
tease the
tworls of my ears
with its hopeful song