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Crossing paths with strangers Avoiding their glances Always looking at their shoes Never at their faces, little Miss scaredy-cat is actually afraid Never missed a thing—thought she’d die defeated If she passed you by. That must have been the universe finally breathing out after holding its breath for six months So that you know: The…
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Long goodbyes in the hallways. Someone to pick you up at the airport/train station. A best friend you can fuck without a condom. Ferritin – 307ng/ml. Watching a movie without checking your phone. The discipline of reading every day for an hour. Someone to make you coffee without asking. Lying in `savasana without twitching your…
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You think I am ok; You think I am ok; don’t you I bet you think I’m just fine The payback’s like a boomerang; It remembers everything; It comes after everyone I didn’t “Happy New Year” text myself back into your life – look at me growing up! Too many espresso martinis A glass of…
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Your firm collarbone against my forehead on the tips of my toes You haven’t showered today, and I wouldn’t want you to I do (too) think that tomorrow’s not coming anymore Stay, just stay, would you? two drinks in and I am no longer a stranger Was I ever? It only dies if you want…
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I go to the movies a lot ’cause he’s there I know He is always going to be there (what a lame excuse) Nobody cooks in that kitchen, and the spices have grown mold because he knows (It’s exactly the same)
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Messages unanswered Half-opened moving boxes Cheapest ticket; one way Like, I actually paid twice as much for the cab from the airport and into the new apartment Virgin soil and virgin bed, where I thought I wished, but didn’t, and the feet of that one crow in the corner meeting my eyes, shying away watching…
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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…
