1/3/15

I've let you pull
out of my gravity
to another star's orbit
exo-planet of an ex-lover
so distant I can only see you
by launching out my satellites
beyond my sight, headed to stars
beyond  my reach, electronic signals
tethering tight before they fade to static.

4/2/2015

I've got an upper lip of granite
all mined out, firm but crumbling
underneath. The strength of Samson
only feminine and sleek, but my
tresses have recently been reaped.

These pretty little things we call strength
the little weaknesses we can't help but share
they tie us out and let us down to the things
we can not bare.

4/1/2015

my legs stretch out
into infinity
as I try to untangle
the kinks in the tendons
that lie invisible
beneath the surfaces,
their crimps and frizzles
unseen, but constantly felt.

Warning: Restraint

I know what it is to have a knee in my back

Between my shoulder blades,

“Just for a minute.” 

I don’t give a flying fuck

How you justify it

With culture.

Familial culture doesn’t justify 

Holding a terrified, fight or flight driven

Child (or adult or adult I know but my body remember it

In a child’s body with a child’s heart and a child’s

Access to information about what this was)

Down, face in the carpet until (I)

They stop screaming,

A knee between shoulder blades pressing down

Arms held immobile and straining

Legs pinned by your/his feet.

Fuck. You.

Because I know the way you did your hair

In the summer light on those old nights

There's something lingering there

And you know that it's just not fair

The way that you kissed me when you'd never miss me. 

And so

Because the way we fell all apart

The words you'll never take back

And the ones that I'd never say

Doesn't erase from my memory 

The way that it tasted when you barely breathed

Quiet in the night holding in nightmares

As you slept as you slept there

"

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And so

Summers turned round to fall

Apples and promises had

The warmth of you has left my air

Flowers wilted from my hair

The things we left behind when the sun angled wise

We've left ourselves for too many tall tales

And memories in the golden fields 

Because I knew the way you did your hair

In the summer light on those cold nights

Where something lingered there

And you knew that it's just not fair

The way that you kissed me when you'll never miss me. 

(religious, personal; might not be for everyone)

The light from the window reminds me

Of a place far away and near at once

That I've been to only in photographs

Leaving an ache in my bones that I cannot remember

How it got there and stayed for all these generations