Category: Poetry
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What do you call it whena heart puts up a signthat says, “Sorry, we’re closed.”[I want to take backevery love poemI ever wrote forother people.] What do you call it whenyou see yourself inthat someoneyou can’t seem toshut up about? [My hands don’t knowwhat to do without you…] What do you call it whenyour head…
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This year marks my twenty-sixth lap Around the whole sunThe words you are here on the map Of my existence reassure me Because there are times I didn’t want to be Where I’m from leaving the house means somebody somewhere will probably misgender meMaking me wonder what it really means to be the pink or blue balloon at a…
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I bet coffee tastes betterwith you beside me–even should wesit in silence. Your presencefills melike steam curlingoff porcelain. Stay.Even when the wordsrun out.Even when the worldfolds in on itself. Don’t use words like ‘if’.Don’t you lacewhat may comewith conditions. There is no such thingas coincidence–only momentscatching up towhat was meant to be.
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I sit with a feeling that’s become so strange to me I don’t understand it. I don’t know if it’s here to make a home of my heart or if it’s just passing me by like a moment I cannot hold onto. I thought that I had pulled the connection wires on love long ago.…
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To: You Who Never Arrived* I almost met you at the grocery store around the corner except you left as I entered it. I almost met you at the bus stop except you were entering another vehicle while mine was pulling to a complete halt. My shoulder almost brushed yours for the first time in…
