4. Tomato
Tomato
Like anger
Like rock under your tongue
Like battery acid
Like slice and trellis
Like June
Like season
Like
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noise dept.
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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Misplaced Lens Cap
trying on a metaphor

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#extradirty

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
AnasAbdin

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4. Tomato
Tomato
Like anger
Like rock under your tongue
Like battery acid
Like slice and trellis
Like June
Like season
Like
3. Midnight Aubade
Midnight Aubade
Look up at the sky.
Bright seeps from every streetlamp.
Our light has so polluted
That we cannot see the stars.
Press your forehead into mine.
I’ve missed my bus already.
Press your feet up from the porch
To walk me halfway home.
Fingers untwine at the intersection.
I lift my eyes to those star-void skies
Then warm them on the streetlights.
A new sun will come.
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The vampire eats lunch
At his cubicle desk
It’s a messy process still, though
He’ll wipe up the blood with some Wet Ones and rags
And browse through his inbox once more
He cannot go hunting
So late in the night
When he has his rent still to pay
He sleeps through the eve and he wakes up at nine
Then works for the man through the day
The office is perfect
For one such as him
Where sunlight can’t singe out his eyes
Where multitude colleagues will line up nearby
Hoping to meet their demise
1. Enheduanna
Enheduanna
Wake up with the moon her father
To toast spices on your stove.
Tear a new page from your book of Psalms
For she, the Farmer’s wife
She is jealous in love,
Known to carry knives in her purse,
But she will gather the YOU
To herself.
It’s poetry month, y’all!
Hey friends! I’m getting all my awful poetry out during NaPoWriMo and wanted a place to post my stuff for motivation. If you want to follow my Instagram and see my awful handwriting, follow me @thriftscop.
I’m going to post all my previously written stuff tonight and continue to update through the month.
Bless!