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Today I knot my hair in a braid,
pat the envelope of you, which waits
to be opened; just a sphere of skin,
held beneath my beating breasts.
Yesterday he told me the buttons
of my spine were beautiful
and ran fingers over them
just to see me come undone.
Today I walk toward news,
my feet lift and fall -
there are three of us, breathing
numbers.
Yesterday I held you,
only to feel your kick
carving lines in my palm;
together, we're a pattern.
Today I sit and watch my words
shudder as the authorities speak
statistics. But you're only one
line etched across my belly.
Today I drink to fate and forgiveness -
lime cordial and wafers. He stands behind
my arching shoulders and knows how you whittle
me. I am finely boned but breaking.
pat the envelope of you, which waits
to be opened; just a sphere of skin,
held beneath my beating breasts.
Yesterday he told me the buttons
of my spine were beautiful
and ran fingers over them
just to see me come undone.
Today I walk toward news,
my feet lift and fall -
there are three of us, breathing
numbers.
Yesterday I held you,
only to feel your kick
carving lines in my palm;
together, we're a pattern.
Today I sit and watch my words
shudder as the authorities speak
statistics. But you're only one
line etched across my belly.
Today I drink to fate and forgiveness -
lime cordial and wafers. He stands behind
my arching shoulders and knows how you whittle
me. I am finely boned but breaking.
Literature
Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Childbane
The fight\'s over
The battle lost
The rainbow fades
The pot of gold gone
Never Never Land
Now a place out of reach
Unicorns return to their woods
Fae creatures reenter Middle Earth
The monsters
No longer live under the bed
Imaginary friends
Find new playmates
Running wild and free
A thing of the past
Learning of pain
How to be alone
Walls built
Masks worn
Innocence killed...
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I didn't see the first version of this, but looking at the final results, I assume :linklovetodeviate:'s suggestions really improved it (commas after today/yesterday, etc.).
It reminded me of the wives of soldiers, police officers or firemen for obvious reasons... all in all, I like.
It reminded me of the wives of soldiers, police officers or firemen for obvious reasons... all in all, I like.