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for the unnamedwhen i thought of youfor the unnamed
i thought of birds in flight you and I, taking pictures in the square the large clock tower glowing in the night hands risen. constant longing in love with the moon
I thought of a cat in a window
waves of sun extending beyond it
thinking of these things now does not bring me closer to you
In fact when I think of you
the sky is often empty. there is no one in the square. Look at the clock tower, how sad!
its hands still risen there.
and the cat, that poor cat on the w
by ~poeticsighs
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When Sarah left.We did not speak in volumes, we had quiet mouths that were infant-likeWhen Sarah left.
in their crawl towards the matching loudspeakers we made from plastic cups.
It was a year ago today. It was
a hot day and I sat on a Union Jack, clasping ski goggles and suntan lotion
like they could save me from things that grow
and swell inside
or things that make you ashamed to be in love or things that make you blinder the sadder you get. I sat as two men spoke of a man named Clive. He would come and reuse bricks and bits of bones to rebuild the wall
we kicked d
by *inmyroom
DARLING DO NOT GO TONIGHT+DARLING DO NOT GO TONIGHT
a It does not matter what you say. "Have a leg of chilled deer," or "yes, dear," or is it "hold me"? The woman sits on the toilet, parts her legs as if they are uncut field. Watches her vagina. Watches her vagina as if it may jump up and attack her.
b Dear A., The cut glass doorknob in the spare room, that was for you. The blades of grass, the way that I finally cleaned up the garden. The articles of clothing I threw from the car window on Route 66. The underpants with the blood stains. Browned from sitting in
by =queenhrosie
Essays on Physical Therapy+Essays on Physical Therapy
On Porcelain: You sat on a chair-shaped uterus in my living room. You asked me how I was feeling since, you know. People's conversations have grown into secrets around me. You asked me if, well, it hurt. I remember when you were in medical school and you took snapshots of cadavers to study at home. Now, you sit with me, your head looking dwarfish and large. You look away when I look you in the face so I tell the walls about the blood. "Dark, bright, clotting, smooth, resembling catfish, forgotten." The walls are silent. The knickknacks on the shelves stare back, tiny dolphins and wooden suns. &#
by =queenhrosie
Survive The WinterYour eyes are like December They make me want to turn away from the world Seek solace inside, where it's warmSurvive The Winter
When you stare at me I'm frozen in place and a chill Starts from my toes
If only your gaze was like the skies of summer Or the ocean waves Even brown like rich coffee
I might be able to survive the winter...
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