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Unphased

I see the black in your eyes
And the red in your face
Your teeth grinding
Snarling

All I hear is ringing
From the high pitched screech
Coming from your throat

Fists balled
Shoulders tense.
All the signs
Of a threatened animal

Though I walk in your shadow
I do not fear you.

You are but a tiny ant under my heel
A gnat in my ear.

I wish you’d kissed me

I wish you’d kissed me
Can I tell you that?

Masochistically
I am pleased that you didn’t.
If you had,
The faint image of your face
wouldn’t mist my eyes
and I wouldn’t long
to longingly stare
up
into those pale blue eyes
Which, like a deep blue sea,
I wish to sail into,
Drifting…
further …
away from land …
with your waves
crashing against me.

A steaming hot soak in the bathtub,
It was party night at my Aunt's.
Permission or not, I was going
Norma wanted to throw a rant...

If anything, Norma was jealous
of Nita's interest in me,
her newest student of the Arcane
many surprises, come to be...

under her saddle a grain of grit
that Norma would never admit
SHE was the chosen, She was the Witch!
stamped up and down throwing a fit...

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I Live for You (The Full Moon Contest)

I used to live
To see the moon during the day.

I know it seems silly,
But everyone has something they live for.

Some live for themselves,
Their kids,
Their parents,
Their pets,
Their jobs…

But when you’re so low
That you feel like you have nothing to live for,
You have to find something.

I found mine.

When the sun was high in the sky
And she was right there beside him.
Two lovers destined to be separated forever.
Meeting just for a day…

It was beautiful to me.

the seconds counted in a minute / let me enfold you

writhing and gasping under the weight of two hands, rocking
back "one" forth "two", back "one"
and forth "two"
mama, i need you to know i’m sorry for
who i see looking back at me
i need you to see my own two hands come up grasping and heaving and
rubbing and kneading for breath,
reworking feeling to my red-stained face
only the corners of its eyes stained brown,
a kiss hello and goodbye from each tear to have
streamed down my chin
in cascades or in bursting pipes

You Saved Me (Meeting My Superhero Contest)

I remember how
you were there
when he left.

"I just feel so alone" I cried to you.

"This is the last night you'll spend alone"

You stayed on the phone with me
until I fell asleep that night,
and every night thereafter.

You didn't know it then
and you never will,
but you saved my life.

a return home to the stars

i.
before acceptance comes anger, comes denial, comes bargaining
before bargaining comes a final breath drawn
nebulae raveling and unraveling in wisps of hues
a cosmic kaleidoscope
a canvas of celestial light, tapestry of eternity and grandeur and unknowns
then comes a vacuum of sound and an absence of breath, the rhythm
of my heart
beating its first muffled drum
i am its solitary witness

Love, Goddamnit

Look up from your desk and out the window,
See the clouds and the trees and the sky.
See the streetlights shine and see the rain,
And see the people going briskly by.
See good friends huddled under umbrellas,
standing close so they both can stay dry.

Look up from your phone and across the table,
See your best friend laugh and smile.
Crack a joke, and hear what she says,
and I promise it’ll be something worthwhile.
We need you! To converse and relate,
in the midst of this reconnection revival.

This Isn't a Love Story

Gradual, our friendship
Just a few words here and there,
To full conversations about
Life and love and everything in between

We became the best of friends
Laughing and teasing each other in the halls
“Accidentally” brushing shoulders
Making excuses to be physical in any way

Looks turned into stares,
Nudges turned into us leaning on each other,
Without either of us noticing,
We fell for each other, hard and fast.

Haunting Me...

Unexplained whispers
creaking in the floors
Ghostly sighs and rattles
of the knobs upon the doors

Could it be the house is weary?
All these lives it's had to bear
from dancing in the bedroom
to shrieking, pulling hair

I think that I can hear them,
thoughts telling me to listen
I've heard them many nights
alone, out in the kitchen

The 'fridge' grumbles to itself
as I shut the open door
"I just want a sandwich,
that and nothing more"

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