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simple syrup

the space remains --

there is no place for the yearning to go but in on itself -- to collapse again and again.

if you have ever liked the poems on here/if you want some new poetry and have a few extra bucks/if you love me, feast yr eyes on my new chapbook and please order it if you can: https://www.tendernessyea.com/store/penelope-in-the-morning

scarletepithets

buy my chapbook!!! tell me what yr fav poem is!!

#poetry

if you have ever liked the poems on here/if you want some new poetry and have a few extra bucks/if you love me, feast yr eyes on my new chapbook and please order it if you can: https://www.tendernessyea.com/store/penelope-in-the-morning

#poetry

scarletepithets

hey!!! i know it’s been eighty years since i posted on here and idk if any of you are even interested but i have a chapbook getting published soon!! let me know if you’re interested in it!! i’ll post the link when it’s up and available. xox thanks for reading. :3

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pallas street

there are snakes in my bed-- roping through the mattress and leaving bite marks on my back as you leave lovely blushes on my neck.

#poetry #mine

hark! a ghost

when she opens the door, i am there a velvet crush wrapped around breakable glass. she is a gust of wind through a window, a friendly tug of the sleeve to send you sprawling and i am so. it tumbles out: her name, the day of the week, half-forgotten mimicry of days that passed without note and resurrect themselves in my mouth. i am bare on her doorstep and my teeth are bloody from the cut of humility. “where have you been?” and i am there.

#poetry #mine

sunburn

i laid bare in dandelions. my hair was in braids and he stood over me asking if i could feel it.

“feel what?” i asked him and he slouched against the flowers with me. “if you have to ask,” --plucking petals and placing them on my nose--he said, “you don’t.”

#poetry #mine

divine right

i am not looking for her when she arrives. painted blue on princess-crystal on the sun, there is a touch and a song and a lifted sword for battle. she amidst cacophony she and i: petal-pink on biting red on my knees and there is silence and a searching’s end - at last.

#poetry #mine

honeybees

solemnity, is this place here -- only here.

i have collected beautiful things and piled them as high as they would go and the petulant queen of my breast counts the spaces between. i wake up in tears one morning and it is this place -- here. what is it to crave pain? my queen asks and i have nothing to tell her so there is only beauty and running my knuckles against my ribs, counting the spaces between.

#poetry #mine

drought

the girl with the right-on heart never told me. but i was willing to forget because the inside of her wrist was soft when i pressed my wine-stained lips to it and she asked me to, and she laughed and kissed my head -- crowning me with sticking yellow roses.

#poetry #mine

north adams at night

i’ve spilled paint on the floor i’ve spilled paint on the floor i’ve spilled paint on the floor and it is a deep blue that reminds me of the feeling after the rain when things are still acclimating. whenever i am, i have to remind myself to be, because i am, and that is holding boiling water in your bare hands even for the smallness, for the baldness of unblemish-- words are too contained for things that smash against each other like titanic clouds in the thunder so i have spilled paint on the floor to remind me of times when i was so that i might be again.

#poetry #mine

off the neck

it is not all Vivid and my memories are sometimes--removed and distant, unwilling to catch up, even for nostalgia’s sake but. our memory (or memories, as the case may be, though i imagine our collective Time as one, ongoing and strong) as a twisted-together braid, discreet but unified and reveling in beauty only loosely intended but still unwavering and taught with purpose.

#poetry #mine

dear diary #21

the beating heart of my poetry, dimming, slight, in your absent wake.

#poetry #mine #dear diary series #haiku

unfinished seduction

i think about that single moment and your fingers--tap tap tapping out a singular beat and it is my heart, as a matter of course it is my heart. and you are tap, tap, tap, tapping along with the way my organs in my chest beat and breathe and heave in quick succession when you make your way to my unfurling and my hands in your peak are my own crown and--all at once-- we are one, one, one, and it is only your name that is my own beat, peak, beat, my crown, and inasmuch as i am a regal apex, a am all at once all at once all yours.

#poetry #mine

question mark

i watch the sweat bead down your nose and it is all at once. i am moving in slow motion toward you like blood down my leg in the shower. it slithers against your skin and i am too, dripping down, down, like a slow burn, a trembling ache in the space between my ribs and heart heart heart heart heart-- i roll the word over my tongue as your bead falls from the tip to your finger and i am lost in the movement.

#poetry #mine

just so

god, god , even in our weakest hours when the sky is that pale gray color it gets when me and the sun are hungover at 4 a.m. we lopsidedly roll from bed and i depart for the closet. for medicine to leave at your bedside; i know you better than the sun, which has known you all your life. i curl in the chair you bought us and wait; “is this it?” doubt asks the sun and she slants through my window; our third, unremitting roommate suffices this brightness as gospel and i get back in bed beside you.

#poetry #mine

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