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Poem: Ivory white bones

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roses, coffee, petal of a rose

I’m out of bed
Looking around
Like
This
Is
My
Life
And I live here
Breathe here
Lay in bed all day like I’m Lana Del Rey 
Nothing special
Cool like ice 
If I had someone to buy me diamonds that’d be nice 
And faux fur so soft that you think it’s mink 
I’m headed for a revolution, I think

Lately I don’t feel right
Something isn’t set in stone 
They’re small, my ivory white bones 
I wonder particularly what their colors are
I wonder if he can think about me when we’re displaced so far
Blueberries and coffee
Strawberries and pie 
I got tired of thinking I needed a guy 
I can pitch a tent and perfectly tie a tie 
I’m the one that gets to be the bad guy 

Sometimes I huddle up real small
It helps when there’s darling, sparkling rainfall 
I’m still scared of monsters
They walk on the streets 
I’m afraid of the boys that crawl into sleeping girls’ bedsheets 
Without saying a thing

You on my planet?  
I could use a friend
I have too many things to comprehend 
Too paranoid of my notebooks to be found
I close my eyes and I spin around 

I spin around
Touchdown 
Take me down
Just take me somewhere nice and let me spin for now 

Find me dead downtown

 


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I woke up today

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Dandelions
in the summertime

Keepsakes

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Love to have the breeze go by
stored memories

Your favorite band

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feed your head


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Poem: Our warm bedroom

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Last night I had a poem stuck in my head
And I did nothing about it as I lay in my bed
It was about the golden days in Chicago ,
When we lived in that small apartment
And we were so happy.

I was tossing and turning
Trying to get it out of my mind
And all of those words I came up with, I soon left behind
I chose not to write about those wonderful days
That I romanticize, just a little
You have to romanticize everything
Just a little
That’s how you go on living

Someday I’ll go mad because I won’t remember
How cold it was when we moved in on September
How much joy I got from the fire escape
As it looked upon the downtown, so far away
You could hardly catch a glimpse
But with my cigarette lit
I was in heaven.

I was in pure heaven.

Poem: Swimming pools

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Butterflies
In your swimming pool
I’m writing in my notebook
About feathers and freedom
What we used to think being an American meant
About global dreams
Obscure visions
Broken televisions
Why don't you ever compliment me?

I smile when you smile
You,
On the diving board
Laying there like a dead squid
Makes me giggle
Just a little
I’m playful in your arms
No entanglements
We are one of a kind
We talk about it
Like we’re in middle school
Like we’re too cool to be cool

It’s cold, but we pretend it’s summer
Spend Tuesdays by the swimming pool
Catching the sun’s rays
Wondering when we’ll be saying goodbye

Steel trains

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I am bored and companionless
I come home, shut the steel door
Lock it 4, 5, 14 times
Grace my palm across the slate kitchen counter
Indulge in the cleanliness of no longer having someone occupy my chateau
My alcazar
Mine

The train runs by
Fifty times an hour
And I suck in the fumes like a child enjoys putting their hands on a hot stove
Ice

There’s a moody sky above
So I prepare for my favorite part of existence,
Standing on my balcony smoking menthol cigarettes alone
Careful where I ash
Watching the city skyline in the distance
Men in grey and black suits
Serving their role
They inspire me with their daily perseverance
Don’t mock it till you try it

I used to be afraid of the dark
Now the dark to me is Pittsburgh grey
I empty my handbag’s contents and find
1 pigeon feather
I feel like I have it all together
Even the birds want to be me

I am bored and companionless
The city skyline says it’s time
The felted wool of my grandmother’s blanket comforts me these minutes, now
Preoccupied
With wondering
About the Industrial Revolution and how to identify a black widow
I’m on edge, can’t you tell
I’m searching for something

I’m on edge, can’t you tell
I’m always searching for something

At my expense

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My imagination takes me to dark places in the world
I’m too stubborn to run away
And I know nobody will come with me
I rid of all my expectations

You said love and beauty cannot coexist with analysis
But you don’t know the things I think of you
When you swim laps and I admire you
Luxury like a dripping rose
God can’t help me

I put your Cubs cap back on
And search for defects in you
Because it cannot be true
I’m banging my head, I’m so sick of you
I like you

Secrecy and solitude
Come kiss me in the closet
Try on your best white button-down
You teach me how to tie a tie
I keep getting it wrong because I’m weak

Saturdays with you
Watching how much your cat adores you
She’s practically floored by you
There must be something about you
I look away

I know it’s irrational
For me to open myself up to love again

So I keep practicing how to tie a tie
So one day I can kiss you goodbye