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It was your poetry that brought me and it's your poetry that anchors me.
The Lady Wasp And The Stinging Fate
You broke into my house (a vagrant of sorts) and terrorized me, your body as your weapon, but I captured you beneath my jar, above my slice of cardboard, and I exiled you to the porch where I could watch you forever. And yes, it's cruel. And maybe you came here in search of a soft place to die, I don't know.
But I’m sure you chuckled when I blew smoke in my eye and it stung.
Pretend Pigeon
I'll shit on the shoulders of passing strangers, extend my wings and tease the wind as I descend towards the hat hiding the kind woman's age (the one who will feed me from her mysterious shopping bag), careful of my friends already grazing from the concrete fields on Liberty, and then the pitter patter of tiny foot branches crossing the street between the white lines just to humor the saddened motorist at the site of a pigeon being human except that I'm only acting because how can I be a pigeon if I'm brown, not gray?
Everything I’ve ever let go of, had claw marks on it.
David Foster Wallace (via kateoplis)
Lost In Greenfield
There’s a place in the city that you must have run off to. You’re never right where I left you - turned away from my palms, making small, gentle noises as you sleep.
No one in Greenfield had your mouth or your perfect hands, according to the deer that is.
Eye-caves above me, A hurricane on Christmas, Where did I leave you?
“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.”
(via todayisreal)
Tonight
Love is: When you hate somebody but can’t bring yourself to leave them.
John Tottenham (via nevver)
David Sedaris
The Car Crash
I am my mothers daughter, all the good and all the bad. We both bruise easily.
The Alley Cats
Embracing neck-to-neck Murky streetlight A styrofoam cup the only witness
For the longest time I thought the only way to the park beneath the bridge was to jump. The day I found the road that led there, I was crushed.
Mental illness needs a warning label
I want to be a rain drop and dissolve into the pavement and feel salty and be stepped on and then get sucked back up into the sky only to come right back down again.
Maybe I’m already doing that though…fall, dissolve, fly, repeat.
It was worth the cold weather
I wondered if you could see my crooked smile in the dark the night I told you what the waves within me pushed to the shores of my mind.
Soft breathing, gentle tension, your hands fitting perfectly….
You’ll always be my favorite scoundrel.
I’ll come for you,
promise.