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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
You, the quiet earth and the loud mind. The silliness and the way we used to dance together. You the cold food and the hopeless nights, the way you always ask me to leave and walk me out through the cold air and the lazy conversation. So subtle. So soft. So harmful and you have no idea. You, the lies that I told and the stranger that I have met. The bad ideas, the cloudy afternoons and cold evenings, sitting on a bench waiting for you all excited and hopeful and happy and dishonest.