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Love poem: Work phone (could have)

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Love poem: Work phone

Originally titled: Scattered in assembly, grief like parasites

Let’s see if the other songs make me feel the same
In the summer you would wildly bake
I’m making cookies for you
I’m so wrapped up
I’m losing track of time
The thought of you along with me for the ride sounds mighty sweet
Peaches in the summertime
Salt underneath the white sunlight

You tell me I have a way with words
I don’t talk to you

I been trying to find a band that makes music like yours does
If it’s snowing outside, then I’ll know it
If you’re hopeful about us, I hope you show it
Ambivalent remarks
I have a reason to be mad
But you know I don’t like to get like that
The soft, almost hypnotic but still remaining delicate, haze leaves embers that are more like satin than I could envision, truly
Truly I won’t ever forget about you
Even when I’m in my bedroom and there’s nothing else to do
I draw fine point flowers, the ways you liked
You’d carry your bike up the stairs
You were the perfect height

Underneath that tree that looks like a willow tree, but it’s not
Yeah, I get caught in my fears
And yeah, I haven’t heard your voice in years
I go to the market and buy flowers for none other than myself
I’m so selfish, it seems
I’m not who you want me to be
I’m so much better & I decided against writing you a letter
You probably never get the mail

I was so shy the whole time
But I wasn’t tearing myself apart inside
A healthy alarm
A life on a Midwest farm
In Chicago I always felt sad for the horses carrying the carriages
& I thought about how beautiful marriage is

I’m obsessive over pearl white highlighter for my cheeks
You could have called me from your work phone
If you wanted it that badly, you could have called me from your work phone
I don’t count the numbers when I’m cycling down the street
I have your first song on repeat
I love that you wrote it about me

Go back when, go back when trails were fierce
My blouse, then, on fire, ashes coating my decay
It felt so bad
It felt so bad
You didn’t notice I missed you when I’d find myself next to empty space
You couldn’t have known, just call me on the phone
You could’ve called me from your work phone

I was scared that when the clouds would disappear my imagination would be as the vacant sky
Vast, open land
Ill-fated farmer’s tan
Picking strawberries, with you they were so sweet
I asked if you knew what you were doing to me
Our secret spot by the bar with the brutal death metal concert posters all over the walls
I loved you when I was in hell
Thousands of secrets I never got to tell
Nothing you have is from me to keep
I only sing to you when you’re falling asleep

Coat me in amphetamines
Coat me in amphetamines
One of us knows each other the best
The darkness fades away, I put it to rest
Flourish in the marine ecosystem like I just learned how to swim and I feel like I never ever want to stop
Yeah, I know about mirror neurons
And I know my long blue dress turns you on
I remember all of our songs
I knew what was under the rug all along
I only pretended to misplace your things

You never got ahold of me
You never got ahold of me
Not saying goodbye was awfully bold of me
That’s not what I’m like, but my mind just changed
Summers covered with insurmountable levels of pain
Everything adds up
You won’t catch up
Coat me in amphetamines
You could have called me from your work phone

You could have called











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Poem: Play the part (soft amber)

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Poem: Play the part (soft amber)

Okay
I think I’ve gone mad
I cough in waves
A sphere of ballet-slipper pink encompasses me
The sole holder of what is now devoid
Empty nest
Cradle me
Hold me tight in the wind
I’m in distressed fashion, but not plastic
Changed my state of mind, nothing too drastic
Won’t call or rush you, I know you’ll panic
Can’t get enough of you, even after I’ve had it

Cashmere sweater to say hello to me
Cologne that moves me like sand taken back by the waves into the dawning paradise
The white sunshine’s rays take over the garden and backyard
I’m slender and concave
Hand on my neck
The mist of you breathing is like a slow song by violin
I go up in fumes
I like the sight of you
I’m delicate, not angry
I’m fine with a spoon and strawberry-mint sherbet
I like the things you say

We get along, so it’s easy
I blush and you tease me
You help me believe in

Clusters of smoke that I’ll find myself on the other side of
Passengers, waiting, anxious, gold watches
Time consumes eternity for eternity
The server is nice and kind
He smiles at both of us at the same time
We laugh, we don’t think he’s an ordinary guy
Make up worlds and things to comment on
My literature is your marketplace
My bookshelf is always kept well-dusted in the case that you visit
I’m prepared with strawberry lip balm
Rose-coloured cheek tint
Floral fragrance
Never forgotten
You call me quite often

 


On time every time
Dressed to look and play the part
Dressed how I like
Amber tones in your skin

I sip my afternoon tea and think
Of the way you looked when you turned towards me
Like entering a rose garden
Like getting home before six
Like clean dishes and cut grass
We love doing chores, we never get bored
We love telling each other our daily correspondences and farewells
We love sharing this satin sofa like its royal blue colour makes us think of wet blueberries on Monday morning
Fruit in plastic bags
Plastic bags in work bags
Work bags on shoulder
Three takes to get the perfect kiss just right

I’ll be seeing you in a few hours
And I’m so proud to play the part


You make it feel right











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Poem: To tell you the truth

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Let me tell you something that is true
The dining room is where I love dancing with you
I love swing-sets and fourteen-digit numbers and chamomile tea in the evenings
Ginger chews from Trader Joe’s
My life created into soft prose
Paint chips
Mandarins
Home Depot with you, choosing a garden hose
To spray you with water when you’re power-washing the car
To run away with you and drive directly into the stars
Never be bossy
Make you start flossing
I love the way you look at me like I’m not an object
Like something inside me will suffice
Like I’ve moved past the years that were the hardest

I cannot stop blinking to look directly into the lens
A penchant for fine-point black ink pens
A love affair with that E-350 Mercedes Benz
Later we’ll look back to each other and say “remember when”
Sweetness while you’re changing lanes
Taking film photographs in front of semi’s holding propane
Washing my face after all of the rain
Hold me and tell me, you won’t bring me pain
Nothing to lose, everything to gain



I take careful note of your advances
So I can afford to give you more chances
You don’t give me compliments but it’ll be nice when you do
Cleaning off last February’s residue
I’m real modest but admire myself, I do
I send you warm thoughts, I hope they come true
Oh, you have no clue


My long peach nails make quite the sound as I type
We look through fashion magazines – the cultured, the refined
Bend over backwards for each other because it’s been enough time
Don’t let your wildest dreams pass you right by
I remember that life
Lemons and a knife
Thought I was far too damaged to stay alive
Now you’re asking me why
I love paint when it’s dry
When the molten lava makes for a good swim
You with your glasses, so focused on the win
That you can’t make out the green eyes of the girl you’re with

You leave me voicemails and I think that’s awfully cute
I’d pick up where we left off but I don’t want to intrude
Can’t tell if you like my humor or think that it’s rude
Nothing in this world is absolute

And to tell you the truth
Oh, you have no clue

You have no clue


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Poem: Call the cops, she’s in love

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Poem: Call the cops, she’s in love

Raspberries and bleachers, always got my head in the clouds
Let’s go to all the places we’re not allowed
Diamonds have meaning when I look at them now
It always feels special when you come around town
I place faith in you
Because you place value in me
Playing your new song with heavy surround sound

Being happy sounds nice & refreshing
It’s seldom what I’m ever expecting
And you know how I love to keep you guessing
Tune you in to that in which I’m obsessing

A transient thought
My hopeless nature
I’m getting the feeling I’m kind of your favourite

I place faith in you
Because you place value in me
Life is sublime with its intricate subtleties
Four thirty a.m., I’m so glad we could speak
Come over & share the entire room with me

Fresh rosemary and homegrown tomatoes on the vine
I’m one in a million
Truth be told, I’ll make you mine
I want to be there for you while I’m still in my prime
I’ll teach you the names of all the bones in your spine

I’m not going to leave
You paint the white on my teeth
I keep you somewhere very close to me
Honorable mention in my thoughts
Lemonade & apricots
Picnics underneath the white sunshine

I said it; I meant it
I laughed, then forgot
Your beloved sports team and our love for Arthropods
I’ll bring you calm whenever you get pissed off
Let’s live in the sparkling world that belongs to God

I tend to forget what I’m worth
I’ll trust that your intention is not to hurt
We’ll wear each others’ onyx black and charcoal grey shirts
We’ll create our own version of heaven on Earth

I’m willing to place faith in you
If you take notice of the value in me

I’m more than willing

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Poem: Little baby bat (February)

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Poem: Little baby bat (February)

And that’s all that he needs from her
Pretty gal in his Vans t-shirt
“Felt cute,” so I matched it with a plaid skirt
I didn’t think you’d notice; when you didn’t, it still hurt

To know that I
Am not
The important figurine my egotistical self deems me to be
If our destinations were predetermined,
I know you’d still find a way to hurt me on purpose
Was so confused, wondered why I was acting so nervous
Fell into a tar black trap trying to become perfect
I think to myself, was it worth it
If it’s me, you’ll always think less
Doesn’t matter the lip shade or the dress
Doesn’t matter how warm the hostess

The pretty dresses that I bought to look like your housewife
Don’t even fit me anymore since I recovered and came back to life
I don’t think paradise is
Looking at a light pink satin gown
Having daydreams, strolling around town
Nobody to look at, so where I look is down
Beneath the surface, off the edges, your voice is my favourite sound
I hate, hate, hate not having it around
You lost yourself or something, your irrationality is profound
In this parallel universe, a new beginning is what I’ve found
When I think about my love, I kind of love myself now

Ambiguity and confusion
Inspiration and bliss
Hair soft & golden, my perfume is what you’ll miss
The floral soft magnitudes
The strings on your toys
One of your wrong moves was assuming there were any other boys
When the yelling got too heavy, I surrendered to the noise
I never cried in front of you; I held myself with poise
Some things don’t really matter when you don’t have a choice

I recognized a softness
In you, but it was me
I’m the girl with pastel colours, who makes life lovely
A beautiful, sacred place to be
You felt so far away that I could not see
The visions that you had of me kept smothering me
You had an advantage
You ran out of chances
You never considered the stones I held
To believe in something, to pretend
You loved being adored
I was alone and bored
Pick out keychains with our names at the corner store
Saying that you love me always seemed like such a chore

You move one way, I step right back
I held on tight; I now regret that
It takes some time for me to become attached
But the memories that we contain run like a time-lapse
And I have flashbacks
Panic attacks
Running right after you, you screaming right back
I’m the glass wind shield, you’re the baseball bat
This isn’t what love is like, do you realize that?

I made my resolution early
To not find myself trapped
I wrap my wings around my torso like a little baby bat
I think of you while in traffic, I get so mad
I’m not your baby doll no more, I’m never coming back

Running right after you, you screaming right back
I’m the Victorian vanity mirror, you’re the one whose mad
Then you tell me you love me, but you look at me like that
I’m not your baby doll no more

But I am what you lack

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