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this is how I imagine your ears
strange like blueberries and bellybuttons.
I know you're a surge protector
and a biodegradable watch
but this
is how I imagine your eyes
crescent coffee stains
or an endless morning.
always pointing East
you swear your blood runs
like a river
and this
is how I imagine your chest
present tense proverbial
and weightlessness in a jar.
strange like blueberries and bellybuttons.
I know you're a surge protector
and a biodegradable watch
but this
is how I imagine your eyes
crescent coffee stains
or an endless morning.
always pointing East
you swear your blood runs
like a river
and this
is how I imagine your chest
present tense proverbial
and weightlessness in a jar.
Literature
exhibit.
Nanny thinks the carpet is too soft
to be my torturecage
and the sofa and endtables are poor
jailbars, but we
are feline and we're too tough to care
bigsister and littlesister are lioncubs today
baby lionesses, authentically,
we even lap milk from
ceramic bowls, bellies swollen from
the orders we give: 'emily, you're the
zookeeper.
Get us more milk.'
She hates serving us, she's only four
but she's getting strong and someday
she'll earn predator status.
(give thanks that we do not consume you, emily,
your fingers peek through the cagebars and
they are white and young and blood
is sweeter than breastmilk)
Roar. We are learni
Literature
immolate
the first step
to sadness is to
have.
[3]
poseidon
punctuates the bruised
shorelines with broken hearts and
shattered abelone
shell fragments.
sometimes the
shore creeps up, kisses
my feet. sometimes he rips through
the distance between
us, taking
what's his.
[5]
the air here
vibrates to a fire,
sparrow's heart humming in c
major. it does scare
me sometimes,
how i might love you
more than ibuprofen, or
the way the light might
oscillate
through an ether storm.
the person i am now is
not compatible
with who i
was before you. but
how do i scrape myself out
from under my own
fingernails?
[7]
we caught the
moon
Literature
Housewarming
She opens windows
in their wintery home, hopes
to let the cold out
when it doesn't work
she scratches matches to life
and burns the house down.
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This is so wonderful. 
I love it. It might be the commercial jingle I'm listening to while reading, but it has such quirky depth.
My only criticism would be the "blood flows like a river." It pales in comparison, unless there's a particular reason you used that cliche wording - in which case, I'd love an explanation in the work itself.
Great work.
I love it. It might be the commercial jingle I'm listening to while reading, but it has such quirky depth.My only criticism would be the "blood flows like a river." It pales in comparison, unless there's a particular reason you used that cliche wording - in which case, I'd love an explanation in the work itself.
Great work.