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20 year old political correspondent in international relations. No, not really -- but you can call me Anya/Onion if you prefer. Interested in fleeting moments predominantly; something about people and the way their eyes move when they’ve got a secret. Aspiring something.
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1. I am made of shining glimmering gold.
I am made of sharp ice and snow,
born to the most frozen day of the year.
Into windows the sun shone with mockery
as though the world laughed at its little joke
blue blanket hospital baby
Inside I am warm.
Next week I am a blizzard raging
a swirling illustration in the children's book
they used to read me at home
little fly, little fly stuck in honey
2. I am made of shimmering glittering snow
melting together with dirt on the road
stuck up under the tires of safe family cars
kicked off in the parking lot
satisfying the 5 year old urge
to break a thing and watch it fall
before being grabbed by Mama's hands
and led into the CVS.
I'm sitting on the ground
in front of the seasonal decorations
snow boots squeaking
painting mud-angels
between isles 4 and 6
impatiently waiting
hurrying out in my snow pants
swishing swish swishing
cause she’s still set in Russia
and worries the cold will get to me
cold car door
road salt streaking
candy in the bag
hot but I won’t take my coat off.
I am in the backseat staring out
time whirling by on the drive
my mom's silent eyes shine
sad. Knowing it'll just be the two of us,
at home again, but so far we’re singing:
I'm the happiest little kid on earth
3. I am made of glistening sparkling snow.
I am innocent and open again
floating downward onto clean skin
all dressed up and out the door
I am a young girl's diary
secret yet somehow desiring otherwise
addressing a "you" I did not know
I am in love with a moment
that will forever replay in my head,
the night I felt the cold
indifferent world aligning
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I'm wearing a dress
and you called it pretty
choosing to sit next to me
at dinner and in the backseat
the floor of the thin old car
cold above the pavement
my toes frozen, drunk
squeezed in dress shoes
hot breath floating out and
around us, crammed into
a car sold or scrapped years ago.
I am in love with a moment
when the snow glinted and fell
with shining pines in the streetlight
for I was ready to swallow up
the entire world in an embrace
only to slowly shrink back
from it far away into
the space I now inhabit
alone within myself.
(3.5)
(Mama got sick
somewhere in between it all
crying from pain
the only ice we had was a pack of
frozen vegetables
I brought them up for you
The holidays came with silence
again, and again
sitting across from one another
at a small kitchen table
picked from the side of the road
back in the Bronx.
Alone together.
((Happy New Year Mom!))
Though I was young
I understood that it was time
with the car dead in the garage
and dirty snow piled on the ground.
My favorite color was now grey
grey grey grey
grey like your eyes
grey like the weather when I dreamt
of a parent who could
wash the floors when it rained
or at least focus (I always knew you cared) long enough
to hear how my day was.
4. I was made from glistering frozen snow
the kind that cuts your ankle when walked on.
The snow you cry will never melt again;
the wind that moves right through bone.
I’m glad to have been raised in the cold
nowadays
And though I find myself blocked off from
very many things, it includes
those who cannot see the beauty
of winter and broken skin
and for that I am thankful
because though I am warm
I’ve been carved from northern winds
and hold their strength within.
