Dork and Dinosaur

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Slip

On most days The sunrise escaped unnoticed With the beasts all still asleep Their breath filling into mountain ranges And exhaling into intricate dances of sleep But only expressed outwardly As the slightest twitch

We gathered herbs from the weeds Held them in our stained fingers We held the morning hostage Just for a few more hours To spend with each other

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Monk

I cup my hands Into a bowl A begging gesture I somehow learned In Sunday School And I let my hands fill With the pain of others Let them shed it Bit by bit It floats off like snow Tiny pieces of self loathing They’re learning to let go Not that they need me To take care of them But I learned this gesture From widows and beggars The ones who have nothing And won’t let anything else Even the sorrow of others Slip through their fingers.

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Eyelet #10.

The Gurney flies in.

Gunshot wound.

He’s a goner.

He reaches up and grabs the doctor’s collar.

“You know, I used to write poems,“ He whispers to her. “I don’t know what went wrong.“

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Eyelet #9. Hearts

The patients huddled together at the station as the train rolled in. The doors opened and the doctors stepped out with suitcases full of hearts. Big ones, small ones, greedy ones, kind ones. All of them disembodied, but eager for work.

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Eyelet #8. Eggs is Eggs.

A bird waited patiently for her darling egg to hatch. When it did, the snake inside devoured her.

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Zookeeper

My thoughts of you pass through the door like a stray cat Trespassing but not unwelcome But with this cast iron shadow Dragging its heavy feet without ever leaving an impression Noticed and forgettable Your words As rich as figs and held in the teeth like meat I kept them for inspiration But even inspiration can be devoured I thought about the world I once gleaned From gazing into an elephant’s yellow eye The universe mapped in the wrinkles surrounding it It had so much to tell me And yet no desire to do so. Because I’m just as lost as the other ones And maps aren’t as useful to those With nowhere to go Or prisoners With no way out. And my thoughts of you intrude But not obstructively Because some obstacles simply Were here first. I think of the time we visited an elephant In a climate not its own And while I was fascinated, For it you wept.

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Eyelet #7 The Lake

“I feel so small,“ she whispered, wiping a tear from her face.

The lake said nothing, but could empathize.

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Eyelet #6 Lonely.

“If you could be any animal, what would you be?“

“That’s easy, I’d be a colony of bees.“

“That’s way more than one animal!”

“You think so?“ she asked, “I’ve always felt like it was just a single creature who split himself apart because he was very much afraid of feeling lonely“

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Eyelet #5 Knowledge.

He knew what human flesh tasted like, but purely by accident.

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Eyelet#4 Webs

As a boy he was cured by a witch so anyone he ever truly loved turned into a spider. One day, he learned to stop fearing commitment and simply love the spiders.

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Eyelet #3.

The Theater began to empty. A young man is searching furiously around his seat.

“What are you looking for?” You ask.

“A hug,“ he replies, and without thinking, you embrace him.

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The Machine

(I screwed up the twitter account that these are linked to but I wanna post them SOMEWHERE :[ Eyelet Fiction is my microfiction project for november)

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Crush on Autumn

You’ve got an embrace like chamomile tea Sweet enough to climb into bed with And a heart like a book I’ve been meaning to read And it’s a shame I haven’t taken the time to look inside I’ve spent a lot of time thinking About how you believe in astrology Because if we’re all made of stardust anyway We should listen to our ancestors

I’d wear you like lipstick Keep you as close to my breath as possible And maybe this is love Because it feels temporary And a little feverish, but Somehow I don’t mind That you’ll breeze past me when the seasons change Because I know You’ll be back for me.

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Maybe This is What We’re Born For

This city is made Out of thrift store constellations Built from secondhand stars Neon lights from bars that don’t ID And the overworked hovering in their offices

I’ve always wondered how this sadness can linger so long Without paying rent Or if I’m the complex These dark thoughts live in. That they too are up nights Working late or avoiding the way home And down we go My constellations are made of molecules Every cell in me is its own city And all cities is full of strangers Working collectively without learning each other’s names And I realize It’s no wonder I don’t know myself

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Love in the month of October

Like an oak leaf Pressed between the pages of a heavy book I don’t belong here But somehow I’ve adapted, Gotten closer to you than most And made a place for myself And even got to know a chapter of your soul That is often overlooked.

[activist-for-change]

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No matter how you plant them The trees grow upwards Away from the garden And towards an empty heaven With unshakeable faith

Is it because they’ve had so long To learn about their god Or is it simply They have never left home They haven’t left the way Prodigal leaves and seeds do Carried on open winds to be hurt To be eaten To fall in meadows unfamiliar Or forests almost similar Stunted by giants who aren’t ready to let go Of their own length towards the light. Maybe they know that heaven is empty Because God’s not an animal, making a nest in the clouds. God is a movement, a knowledge, a kind of understanding God has been poured into words but can never be contained in them You can memorize the words But they cannot save you And if they could, they might not care to

No matter where you plant them, The trees grow upwards And it must be because they must believe in something.