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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.
Glowing, neon lights in the middle of this rainy, wintery day. Concrete sidewalks, concrete buildings, tall and grey and I am not going in the direction I should be. I walk past you and you do not see me. I stare at you. I am frightened. Should I have stopped? Should I have said something? It is cold and you looked hungry and I wanted to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. There are holes in your jeans that you cannot fix. There are voices in your head that you cannot make disappear. You have not shaved in weeks. I look for your face when I am walking down the street and when I finally see you, I don’t know what to say. I know I should help you. I know you always need a shoulder to lean on. Through the pouring rain that blinds me, I am lost for words and lost in thought. I keep walking and when I look back, you are walking away. I stop and I hesitate. You are lost in the crowd.