I want to say, "I need you."
I want to say, "I miss you. Please hold me."
But I keep the words inside my throat.
Vulnerability closes the beak of a bird when its wings have been broken so many times before.
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I want to say, "I need you."
I want to say, "I miss you. Please hold me."
But I keep the words inside my throat.
Vulnerability closes the beak of a bird when its wings have been broken so many times before.
e.v.e.
December
December wears her hair down,
long and thick
over her shoulders and
down her back.
She looks at me,
those hollow eyes
trying to smile in her foggy morning way.
The clouds cling to her,
leaves scuddering out before her.
She hunches like a snow drift,
bare arm branches down to
her clenched white knuckles.
She shivers before looking back
over a cold shoulder.
And I find her more beautiful
the longer I hold her gaze.
But in an instant, she is gone.
A chilling wind
and a heavy hangover are all that's left
of December's
Last goodbye.
i will never be enough for anyone, will i?
but they won't // 12.16.2023
Sylvia Plath
Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love
José Olivarez
~ Augusto Cury
{Tokyo Story (1953), Dir. Yasujirô Ozu / Nizar Qabbani}
LOVE ME
Lucy, have mercy
Haven't I spent enough time
On my back
In the mud?
Count a universe of
Bruises between my
Shoulders where my
Wings ought to be
Plenty of space
To fall on my face
Washed briskly
Black and blue
I really need a fucking break, or a gun