January 27 was the five year anniversary of the first poem I ever wrote you. So, basically, my love for you could have raised a kindergartener by now. I’m sure if I really wanted to, I could pull out the notebook I spat all of my words for you into and I could re-read all […]
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I knew you through crumpled bed sheets With tired eyes and morning views Crawling under blankets and intense teenage blues It was fast and rough and passionate and yet it was nothing at all Pushed lips folding together to create a melody that I never learned the notes to One that never quite caught in […]
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She climbed up boys spines like ladders. Where did she think they were leading her? No one knew. She didn’t tell, she liked secrets more than vodka. Where did she sleep? At the top of the ladder, or on the last rung? She smiled over cocktails, and said some nights she fell asleep on a […]
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Another lover collides with you. Iridescent, hollow eyes swallow, swimming, Slipping under the surface of a sleepless scene, A haunting dream, leaking into reality. Life as a luxury, a legacy engraved In your morals, in your flesh, Scolding tears of passionless rage, And unravelled thoughts that linger all the same. […]
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Let’s be honest here — I am not the girl men fall in love with. I am the girl that men want to fuck. I am a conquest. A prize. A show. I could count on five hundred fingers the number of people that have professed, “I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.” […]
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Won’t you come, and walk these rugged roads with me? We can drive that beat-up van through stretches of golden cornfield, dappled with dying sunlight, listening to the tired hum of the engine and wondering breathlessly when it will sputter and give out. Dusk descends and the crickets come alive with their calls—a song to […]
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The past few weeks have been mounted in hot pink and mahogany. Hot breath, sticky and drooling, fogs up the glass and I resist the urge to outline my name in a one-finger, window-fade, Arabic script– I can’t keep my giddy heat and roasting hands to myself. My thoughts pirouette a coconut, slippery-sweet meld of […]
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Yeah I’ve got a backbone that can’t decide between being its namesake and being a wishbone. My whole life I’ve been pulling the shorter end, bringing home more men than my mother has ever known in her entire life, up the stairs and into my bed until she finally falls asleep. Yeah the bottle is […]
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was how he wasn’t really my first, she was. We were explorers of the other’s curves. Our fingers, teeth and lips were ships. Our hands traversed islands of flesh as we stripped away the idea of who we should be, and who we should love, those social handcuffs unlocking at the shrine of our tangled […]
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