Tag: poetry
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Telling Family My Partner is Nonbinary
againdefend them againpush against your discomforttheythemwords of respect the very leasti’ve lostfamily//over the way they love me//the way you don’t love//without reiterating brokennesstheir’seven your own//though you still know better i defend them againyou reiteratebrokenness//i don’t see//see the whole in front of you//you can’t account fortheythemi’ve lost family//over the way they love me//but they love
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If Today Were My Last
I would’ve suggested a walk, smiled at the perfect fall air slipped my hand through your arm crossing the street, I would’ve turned around while you fixed your shoe, named the shadows “every day”, I would’ve listened to your stories from teachingand wondered how those kids got so luckyIf today were my lastI would’ve noticed…
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If Someone Were to Offer Their Prayers
If someone were to offer their prayers for me,though reluctantI would ask for answers. for a doctor who knows more about my bodythan the last fifteen I have seenI would ask for a futureat least seven years longer, where I don’t wonderhow clearer I could describe painI would not ask for “eyes to see”I already…
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Doubt
I felt alive on the mountain— named it Godfelt comfort around my tears— named it Godthey keep promising God hereI remember the momentswithout blankets or endorphins—I named them hopingI wanted God—can’t say I didn’t want you, Godbut I don’t know lovethat won’t speak back;at least tryto speak clearI keep seeing lightwondering who it belongs to;still…
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Telling My Friends About My Divorce
again i tell you again explain it again defend me again give you space i lose friends over // the way he doesn’t know me // doesn’t want to ask again i defend // make room for me know me // you don’t want to ask again how is your faith? it must be lost…
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Real Magic
I’m chasing sunsets again. Though, it’s never about the sunset. No, it’s never the ball of orange falling into the horizon. It’s always the clouds – the clouds are the real magic.
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You Asked Me What the Clouds Sound Like
but all I could think about was smearing wet paint with my fingers (the blanket of your preferred color) the morning overcast expanded until it broke a glistening mosaic in the sky—but fluid, rowing across the window like a boat on the horizon growing full (like my heart) then releasing (like my breath) taking up…
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Eighth Grade
All I knew prior to eighth grade were books and bible camps. Now there were lockers and puberty, rules and jokes I didn’t understand. There was no one to catch my fall when flip-flop slid across spilled water. No one to tell me I needed a pass to use the bathroom. There was someone to…
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Desperation
I. In the sun room a fly is stranded on its back wings pressed against painted blue wood floors tiny, string-like limbs flailing at the air. II. In the sanctuary a girl’s head gets light feet glued against maroon colored carpet tiny hairs grow across her limbs. III. In the spirit the christians walk by…
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