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i’d bought you three white peonies—a dollar apiece—for after you stumbled offstage, a spotlight still staining your skin and wind still clinging to your limbs, swayed and still swaying to the rhythm of a blue-tinged grimace; i waited countless knife-tipped breaths shivering against the a.c. in a vibrant sundress, sole reverberating off of brick with each second you don’t emerge, fingernails going green as i pressed accidental creases into each stem before i knew that you’d swept out the back exit, metal door slamming gently seconds after your fingers had released it and immediately, i picture the peonies at the head of your bed, delicately placed in a shiny mug that you filled halfway with water; every morning they’d imprint themselves behind your eyes and lighten everything you’d see, and every night you’d let their wilted petals blanket your palms. they’d keep you still enough to sleep.
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The Fading, Muted Lamps We Are
The Fading, Muted Lamps We Are there’s a place, besides this one one where we actually belong and it’s not that we’re unneeded there but, perhaps here is not yet ruined enough for those who’ll deserve it next things move in cycles just like how the dead don’t stay in the clothes we bury them in, in either place and there will, eventually be nothing left of the cities where they, and we, lived much of our lives lives clothed in nothing but a collective memory of pedestrian frictions and a ragged grasp of cause and effect there is a link between how long you live and how long you wait to admit you don’t want to and it’s a black hole strung somewhere between the stars we think resemble us and the fading, muted lamps we are our memory burns slowly not like stars, but cooler and louder like blood rushing back into the oxygen-starved set of vessels we pilot things move, with or without us
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bend
but listen, i will lasso seas for you dredge my heart from the bottom of my torso for you to toss back like bycatch and listen: i would make skin-teeth of myself if these nets came loose but you could never catch me again.
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Fool Me Once
It was that little glimpse of joy That got me so enthralled When it turned out to be a ploy I wished to end it all Mountain of shame, a sea of tears And valley of lost hope Pain that lasted me for years As I struggled to cope I looked for signs of deep regret For all the damage done Or just a little guilt, but yet I found that there was none All responsibility Was mine alone to bear Cowards like that bring tragedy And vanish in thin air Stricken down, I rose anew I'm not easy to kill Once now beaten black and blue Honestly, quite the thrill Just a bit of gratitude For the hurt that made me wise The life within me is renewed And you cannot fool me twice
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another revision piece from my portfolio (i revised "premier danseur, solitaire"--really innovated on the new title, ik). also tried out prose-poetry; ik it might not be everyone's cup of tea bc of the blockiness of the shape, but it was freeing and nice to try smth new
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oooh yes