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Perfect MomentMy cat, Emo, lounges in the summer grass,
stark black and fluffy white, the pink
of his nose against the dusty green
and piss yellow of the farm worn weeds
in the crowded yard, bursting with old cars,
chicken eggs, splintered wood,
goats that won’t shut up and the children
bustling in and out of the house.
Duncan and I are ignoring them,
sitting on the cracked porch steps,
and Emo, once he’s sprawled
his thin body into a comfortable line,
is relaxed, closing his eyes into slits
while he softly purrs in the sunshine.
We don’t have to hold him or pick him up
because he’s already content to be near us.
We three are together and he is happy,
and is the most beautiful thing
I have witnessed all summer long
in that moment.
The FallYou took what I thought was
the crisp, ripe peach of our friendship
and tore it apart with savage teeth.
I wonder what it tasted like
at the time, if you rejoiced
in ripping me to pieces
as I stood at a complete loss
for how to help you, how to get
through to you, and what I did
to deserve such hostility.
I hear you tried to apologize.
Tearfully, in fact, trying to get me
to answer the phone, all day.
That doesn’t sound like you at all
but if it’s true, I didn’t receive the calls or texts
because I blocked your number.
After much thought for a course
of action, I found my heart
was too tired of that particular strain,
the one where I give you my all
as a friend and you just look at me
as something to put up with, even if
you say you love me.
I guess this past spring
wasn’t the season for peaches,
because they all grew hard and stiff
and before I knew it I found myself
biting into stone.
Summer Night SongHalf past midnight I draw up the blinds
and open the window to a playful wind,
cool and inviting.
The sound of it crashing through the trees
like ocean waves on the tide
is the lullaby that lulls me to sleep.
The busy rustling of rabbits
and calm burn of jasmine incense
lets me know that all will heal
and give way to morning.
Southern UtahAs a child I was sewn from sparse trickles
of dry riverbeds, sandstone sediments, and deep
soul searing heat.
And I find to this day I’m a product of rust red sand
that burns my blood, skin, and the soles
of my feet.
My native land, ravaged with desert thunder
and flash floods, is a fragrant valley of memories
old and fresh.
If one has never felt the heart-skittered feeling
of love, they need to spend some time
in southern Utah.
Lightthrough your lighthearted humor
and rich, charismatic laugh
I am drawn to laugh with you
and made happy.
because of your damn good taste
in music, I have songs that pulse
with power and make me dance
away my pain.
through your deep, magnetic voice
with a flow like liquid steel
negativity flees away
and I listen.
because your light comforts me
on restless days and chilling nights
I can say, with love,
you’re my hero.
Flower BedsIn the field of my mind
plump waxen roses
reflect Caribbean reefs
while swaying with the winds
of my passions.
I like to think someday
there will be marigolds
something more practical,
but for now my garden overflows
with roses, and all the thorns
how to stay sane in the real world1.
you don’t know who you are
not yet, or not well,
so keep a small book around,
for clues and for notes.
write when you’re frustrated,
sad, upset and uncertain
even when your words seem
in someone else’s voice,
and one day, when you read it
it will all blend together
and be yours.
remember your family DOES love you
forever, and true,
even if sometimes they hurt you
senseless with words
and you swear that they hate
the fact that you breathe.
real love makes you bleed
as it does make you fly,
and you must learn
to love right, in this way
all the time.
don’t panic, not ever,
even when anxieties
pump your blood to your mouth.
let your family
your lovers support you
but learn to trust yourself.
because while they give you strength,
you are your savior.
stay calm and your answers
will find you.
know that happiness
dusts the palms
of your hands.
I Love You So MuchI love you most in the late softness of the afternoon
when we feel like warriors breathing freely
after battle, working steadily
but relaxing, because we won the day
and we’re finally safe.
I love you most when we’re alone in a room
at a table, across from each other, when you’re working
and I’m working, and no words
I love you most when you smirk at me, when
I watch it gently curve into a smile,
one that ignites your intense dark eyes
with the warmth of colliding stars
before swallowing them into your skin.
I love you most when you show me your heart
when its nervous, passionate rhythm
beats under the palms of my hands,
like a jeweled light linking your lifeline to mine
I love you when you’re reserved, ridiculous
for your funny faces, your voice
and every power
I love you for all this
and infinitely more
I love you so much.
I Am Not a Winter FlowerMy status as any kind of winter blossom
was threatened when I soaked too long
in a molten, early spring sun.
As a child I had thought to ask someone,
“if blossoms take in too much sun
do they burn?”
Yes. Yes they do.
One warm, snowy night my roommate said,
“You are the bravest person I know.”
“You are also the strongest.”
Love and confusion warred in me
at the truth staring simply from her shadowed eyes.
How could that be? I’m crumbling here.
My ashen petals are littering the ground you walk on.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
For KelseyMy dearest friend:
you’ve made me smile when I’ve never wanted to again
with full grins of your own that burst with glow like small planets
or Japanese lanterns, lit with incense for luck.
You know, I’ve overheated
to supernova at times, like when you sweetly took my hands
in yours and kissed me quick after a soft, slow dance
that you wrapped me into, eyes sparkling.
You’re always warm as the richest of local honey, blushing
and dripping off the ends of our tea spoons.
Thank you, darling,
for taking me into your soothing love so completely,
complementing me like lavender to hot water, even when
I’m difficult. Every woman should be so lucky
to come upon such a bright, bouncing star
in her ever open expanse of deep night sky.
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
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