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You watch girls
like witches, as if
the opening of their Jupiter-
mouths will be enough
to condemn them to some
global podium of wrong.
Well? My bones are stars
(and maybe that’s why
eating feels like the meeting
of too much gravity and ash),
the Capricorn dots in
the alveoli of my lungs
making sure every breath
I breathe is frigid and black
like the ice in my fingernails –
they let me fly, but…
I’ll let you in on a secret:
it isn't magic to die early
or late on the doorstep
of a senile, nostalgic world –
so in longing for a past
that it repeats, repeats, repeats—
because most would call it mercy.
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gas[lit]
the first and last signs of succumbing to carbon monoxide poisoning
are the yellow post-it notes on the walls reminding you of the upcoming eclipse
and the sheet of welding glass in your skull,
[if the bull with a man's head approaches you at the nexus of the road and tells
the same lie thrice does it become true?]
[if the siren never rises from her bed to make coffee is she anything
but a hag?]
[if the boy in the desert learns to wear the skin of a coyote is he your only
true brother?]
[and if the writer is present at all, has she been speaking to her reflection or just
staring into the toilet wondering about the fleshy pieces that keep
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sepulcher
your body is jerusalem,
he’ll tell you
coveted first, then plundered.
– you’re my backwater bedroom
martyr, he’ll tell you
as he nails your wrists
to bedposts,
seizes your tongue like
a white flag,
pulls stones from your parapets –
little sister,
i’ll tell you
the children’s crusade
is lost:
and you’ll kneel at his sword and know
you were always his
to take
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a thousand lilac garlands
Your spine is a ladder, and she
braided it with flower crowns.
Her pressed-lace fingers coil tight
in the wet tangle of stems
as she climbs higher, kissing
the smooth bone with her toes.
She knew the only way
to your heart was through your mind,
but it's a mighty high ledge to reach
and her delicate palms just kept -
slipping.
So she braided your spine
with flower crowns to
keep her grounded, even as she
shinnied into the clouds.
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It always bugged me how the words of one person could condemn another - take away life, or stability.
So while I was sick, sitting at home in caffeine grounds and coffee-shop music, I just pondered it a bit. I have a friend that blames all girls for the offences of one - girlfriends who blame men (I suppose akin to me, then, at certain times) for the wrongdoings of one. It isn't right at all. And it really shouldn't be encouraged.
And voila: experiences, and I think a view I really only share at night.
So while I was sick, sitting at home in caffeine grounds and coffee-shop music, I just pondered it a bit. I have a friend that blames all girls for the offences of one - girlfriends who blame men (I suppose akin to me, then, at certain times) for the wrongdoings of one. It isn't right at all. And it really shouldn't be encouraged.
And voila: experiences, and I think a view I really only share at night.
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This whole poem is fantastic, but the first stanza is definitely the best. I love it all so much.