Author: distantcave

A writer studying psychiatry, and gardening on the good days.

Poem: Seasonal cherries (displacement)

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Poem: Seasonal cherries (displacement)

He decided impromptu to get away for the weekend
I couldn’t even call him up
Kept my sentiments busy with the peonies, the sword ferns, the garden,
Difficult to look in the driveway & not see that matte-black, lifted truck

The cold, crescent, fever dream blues that surrounded me
I allowed them to peer into my skin
My delicate green veins from my light beige skin tone
I tried to catch him on the telephone
Though, I had no indication of where to begin.

Poem: Seasonal cherries (displacement) [continued]

I almost loved him, I think
Did say it by unintentionally a few times
Was I so wrong to confuse distance with association
I believe I was right – though I still paid the fine

And now truly, with all his irresolute conviction
He tells me he wants to be together
Well, boy do I have news for a man of your cadence
The thought requires me to hold on to one or four of your sweaters

Poem: Seasonal cherries (displacement) [continued]

I’m falling somewhere, but I don’t know where
Look down from the sky & I really don’t care
I’m falling somewhere, but I really don’t care
He’ll say it back to me when he’s least aware

I believe I was right
I paid the fine
I believe I was correct
Wrong place, right time

Poem: Seasonal cherries (displacement) [continued]

Cherry trees only grow in certain seasons
People do what they do for their own reasons
I am porcelain and snow and almond sweet
But I’d die in a living-room suite

Knowing that peonies only bloom in late spring to early summer
Exact timing depends on variety, location, and climate
Cherries come in season in late spring to early summer
So for now, I’ll just be quiet

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Love poem: Never leave

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Love poem: Never leave

The suffocation of the engineer
You tell me you’re coming my way
But when my lip colour and mascara are on,
You say you’ve got too much on your plate
And so I hesitate to
Relax in my bed
Because I’m too restless to
Get you out of my head
It’s a priceless opportunity
Dreaming with ice cold chalk
I’ve got all of these beautiful dresses
But the penalty is melting because you must have forgot
I could be intolerant
I could be so angry!
But I’m like amethyst
So sweet like luxe candy

Love poem: Never leave [continued]

Forgotten me in
Streams like I’m a nonchalant goddess
Admired as I sit upon
Something nobody else would have thought of

And I try real hard to love myself
So much so it’s getting exhausting
I’m overshadowed by the florals I bought for myself
When they die, I feel like they’re either more beautiful, or forever haunted

I’m not alone; I have a kitten.
She keeps me company when I’m bitter
And the bees come in when I train my dog
There’s a beehive on the roof that’s offering quite the glitter
Am I so impatient it’s wrestling my mind
Tormenting me, like I just want you
By my side
And I just want you to
Kiss my thighs
The parts that are broken
That you’d be taken by surprise
I’m so impatient
That it’s wrestling my mind

Love poem: Never leave [continued]

I think he’s in a fight with himself
That I, of course, have no responsibility to fix
He eats the front door locks for dinner
Don’t know what I can say about this
Brings me flowers, not quite
Am I made for opportunistic tendencies
I think not because
You’d want to make me smile

Make me
Comb through flesh
Get me
Off of your chest
Make me
Cradle myself
Haunt me
Go find yourself

Love poem: Never leave [continued]

Needs no gas
It runs on chalk
Needs no gas
It doesn’t come
Needs no gas
It runs on chalk
Needs no gas
To come my way

Needs no gas
It runs on tar
Needs no gas
It won’t forgive
Needs no gas
To come my way
Needs no gas
At least he’ll never leave

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Poem: Ivory vacancy

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Poem: Ivory vacancy

Needles in my eyes
Twenty-five individual pieces
Kiss me before you say goodbye
Don’t let me walk home alone

I feel your presence
Even when you’re not beside me
Though there’s this ivory vacancy
Trembling a hole inside of me
It could be filled
If you would come closer
It could be gone
If you could spend the night

Poem: Ivory vacancy [continued]

I know that you’re testing me
By the way you speak to me
I can feel you testing me
By the way you act with me

I am invisible to everybody
But you
I matter nothing to nobody
But you
I think I like being in this field with
Only you
Laying down like it’s my last time
Just with you

Poem: Ivory vacancy [continued]

Nothing is vacant,
But the trees are fragrant,
And I’m not even going to tell you the things I think about day in and day out.

I’m a pale girl,
A true ivory “vacancy” motel sign

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Poem: Spoiled

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Poem: Spoiled

Vacillating upon soft pink ballroom spheres
I’m not the wrecked canister I used to be
You could say I’m much better
But I’m under the weather
Can you swim to me so we make sure I don’t drown.

Watching & welcoming the 405 freeway all around me,
The rosy glow in the sky above me,
Thinking I’m so lucky
Bare bones
Clandestine flesh
Give me more of what’s left of yourself
To keep
To hold
To have
To mold
My sacred entity
My entitled serpent
My king

Poem: Spoiled [Continued]

But I would not dare to risk it all
I’m a near-colourless, fifty-nine carat, princess-cut diamond ring
Thickened in winter with faux animal fur
Frosted like December Christmas trees
I found you by the lake
The look you gave told me to leave
So I found a secret cave underground
Where I could make-believe
That we would forever create an abundant fervency
Quartz flames, flushed stars, total internal reflection
Light as good as mine
Darkness as keen as the mystery that engulfs you

Poem: Spoiled [Continued]

If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me

If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me

Poem: Spoiled [Continued]

Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself

Don’t hold your breath
Like I’m holding my breath
Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself

I’ll take it
I’ll take it
To have
To hold
To mold
To keep

Spoiled

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