The last 3 letters of the spring
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Open the window The air is forcing remembrance Do some laundry: whites, black and colours piled carefully faulding—towels to towels, a bunch of lonely socks, sweaters, gym clothes—coping mechanisms of a broken home I can pretend I know how it goes If I open the windows and give the plants a shower If I wipe…
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The silence? It’s been quiet, and the truth? It’s been coming, and the light? It’s a warning, and the life forgiven? It’s been reaching, and the nights? Nights are tender, and love? Love is grieving, and the loss? Loss is nothing if there isn’t hope, no meaning, clueless anguish of them, dreamers, playing cowards, kissing…
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I walk the same path every day tracking my traces in hopes I’d meet you again and say all of this time it was just—character development Upgrading a couple of now strangers to eternal soulmates Hunting each other in turns My hips are hurting Ice sharp, rocky covers for sale My poems, let’s say They…
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I say I have nothing to say, then I proceed… saying more but as in rage-cleaning my bathroom at 2 am ‘cause honey I remember the things you did and the things you didn’t The story is as old as the world the saddest ever one-way ticket I love you But It is not enough…
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my touch unworried first time seeing clearly after years of blindness I remember it all started as a joke shapeshifting as a way of hiding A very tall girl blindsided by the spotlight easiest thing ever making you feel cool my touch unworried even when yours… <sinking feeling> shallow mirroring your broken childhood made me…
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the strokes; the Wednesdays; the stockings; the warm water; the sign of my teeth on your skin; the red is dry; the playlist 15; the date 15; the seven…all of the men you don’t mind touching me; the witch: the floral dresses; the long hair; the vanilla body milk; the nudes; the lace underwear; the…
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Feeling like a guinea pig teaching devotion Got an endless list of unpaid internships scamming middle-aged dudes on LinkedIn—claiming experience working for free, outsourcing injurious superstition You were supposed to be “home” Where are you now? NYC’s got a new mayor We probably made the same joke about his very hot wife dating apps for…
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If it smells like lemons bitter and cold If it looks like lemons sun-coloured nipple-dry “thanks for the cab” I’d say when the yellow-haired-love-of-my-life wants me kneeling at the bottom of his pelvic bone Or, Perhaps The sound of them hooves brought me back to a land of hope It smelt like lemons stinging feeling…
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I am over youOr am I tripping?I am over youOr is the time just poorer?I am over youOr am I being ruthless?Have I cried all the tears at yoga? Do I have something left for the sidewalk?I am over youOr am I just keeping it cool during the week? Weekends are for eating pizza, rewatching…
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It’s my turn to play coward Run away and hide my bones Just to kiss the face of a scarifying Casper playing a crowd—he was too just a boy once forgotten by fate Or, at least stay there where there is no sign of death or gravestones in between How dreadful of me to get…
The last 3 letters of the spring 