#tiffaniebrooke

[baddiebrooke]

Maiden. Mother. Crone.

[baddiebrooke]

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[baddiebrooke]

And here

In this misery

This misery that is memory

Wakes a beast

That wishes to sink its teeth

Into this endless futility.

The snake will almost always

Eat the rat.

The abuser will almost always

Leave a crack

And deny that it ever broke anything

Because the thing hasn't fallen apart

Yet.

[baddiebrooke]

Maurice Ravel, be still my heart

i find you in sudden reappearances

hidden and found in the ordinary

magic numbers 2 6 0 4

you find me

when i dont get my way

which is now your way

so i suppose

youre getting your karmic justice 

at the very least.

i find you down the beaten path

and in my mind if it wanders from it.

on the oiled bellies of wings

mango or avocado colored 

or the ones that start with your favorite part

of a womans body

the one youve carved your pain into.

i find you in new passions

keys that sing a wordless song

off tune perfection

eyes closed weeping

poetically

speaking

with keys that have opened a new door.

im regretful of meeting you when i did.

im also grateful for it.

a binding that forever clings you to me

and i suppose

i am thankful.

[baddiebrooke]

i dont smoke weed anymore

but when i do

i think about old, skinned teddy bears stitched together

to find themselves sewn into a new purpose

within a new shape.

a shape that cradled us

cradling each other.

i think about brown sticky hash on the front of your teeth

underneath of false stars

and the uncontrollable heaving of laughter

and how i guess

i understood how a slip of lipstick can really make you remember a person. 

the only snake i would ever share a bathroom with.

like it was our holy place

like it was our common ground

like the coolness of ceramic could choke the romance back into us.

a place within a bookmark in another poem.

a place worth mentioning.

how the trembling of a brittle heart changes a person.

the hesitation and vigilance that falls within the gaps of a steering wheel

while we white knuckle our pride.

i believe that im still the only little nightmare you hope to slip into

even if my face isnt shaped how you remember it.

i am not the way you remember.

theres a box somewhere in this house filled with another womans name.

another womans love. 

another synonym that means “couch” 

but thats the beauty of an inside joke, isnt it?

truthfully,

i feel somewhat comforted in knowing that someone else may have also loved immensely

and felt themselves tripping into a cliff hanger

and died

but kept the ashes around.

my urn looks vastly different:

“lets die together, while we are still happy” holding a handful of jade,

a piece of green, irritatingly textured paper

and a thundercloud waiting to clap.

I take another hit of this weed

that i dont smoke anymore

and then

i dance my heart out to KC & The Sunshine Band.

--TBR

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[baddiebrooke]

ah the bitter invention of Satan himself.

coaxing handsome men from the pit of stems and petals

behind a lovers back.

goats hammering jimmy legs in the night.

keeping the long haired beauties,

with long thin fingers,

and eyes clouded overcast,

widowed to their gardens.

swallows filling uncomfortable silences

or trenching smile lines at the corner of eyes.

the beloved thin elixir of the penny university

that romantically whispers

“remember”.

and every ceramic mug containing it

sends me right back into myself.

 --TBR

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