poetry:identity/self
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the morning nausea washes over and you fill my head, Heaven Brian how you inspire the tender air between your mother and i the explainable, common grief of “it’s too early” the excitement you bring us in your simple existence we swim in the others’ watery gaze solemn hope coloring our lips i love you,…
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the test came back positive and i gave it some thought right now, i’m only ready for a full-time job and the sky’s a bright blue that i understand – sushi for breakfast, coffee-cigarette routine interviews lined up, i don’t care for this baby – i can’t find this poem, the words to say they’re…
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i finish the last of the spirit, a bright future ringing in my ears i lick the final flame, take in sullen songs floating down airport way the air yellowing, cheeks damp i think about the baby maybe conceived as i watch the first day of school commutes – feeling the ache below my gut…
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T/W : sexual abuse The flames always caressed me. Became my friend in its constant comfort, licking away my tears. Put the power of perspective into my mind. The flames put control into my hands. . The devil got me long before I was born. Forced me to believe, then robbed me of my innocence.…
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bloated with clouds and punctuated blue the space, the stage, i’ll listen for you these pockets of perception, i’m known in shattered ways there’s a reward in restraint, i think it’s a fainting art listening really, my brain is all jumbled up all i can speak of is the residue of intention on my tongue
