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Recurring Dream 10/20/2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — paperslightertext @ 1:32 pm
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Appreciate your teeth.
I lose mine twice a week in my sleep.
Instinctual, like birds migrating south
They clamber, bloodied, out of my mouth
Their enamel feet leaving tracks in the street.
Gumming on food I long to eat,
I’m unable to stop their retreat.
Appreciate your teeth.

 

Specters 08/27/2014

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 2:05 am

Ghosts proliferate here:
Fossilized remnants of memories
Feed the perpetual emotion machine.

Spectral-fueled gears
That gnash their teeth,
Fed steadily on irrational fears &
Worst possible outcomes.

We think thousands of thoughts a day.
Each a unique chance to let go of all these sticks
yet still I can’t sleep more than six hours
Without waking up to worry.

 

Thirst 07/05/2014

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 5:26 pm

Imagine if Tantalus
finally managed
A handful of water
Only to find
After all this time
It wasn’t water-
it was brine.

 

I was four years old and I kept taking it out of the bowl to play. 06/13/2014

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 12:48 am

Goldfish in my fist,
too slippery to resist:
A metaphor and memory
That foreshadowed a future me.

I couldn’t let it go, so
I literally loved it to death.

 

Simulation 05/30/2014

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 1:29 am

Remember simulated dementia?
Today was similarly insular.
Vaseline-smeared goggles,
Gurgling headsets, spiked inserts.
In an instant the list’s forgotten,
lead eyelids, ears stuffed with cotton,
So not ten seconds in, I quit.
Afterward, I read the comment about me
“The whole time, she just followed Joe.”

 

Forest Fire 04/23/2014

Filed under: sonnet — paperslightertext @ 4:37 pm

Thanks for the burn.
It’s not a brand,
It’s not who I am.
The letter is a lesson learned.

My silence had a name.
I never spoke it aloud
My self wasn’t allowed
To name it- my shame.

Then the time for testimony came.
I was anointed
No fingers were pointed,
It wasn’t about blame.

Cut the thicket then set it aflame-
From fertile ashes, I became.

Inspired by this excellent TEDtalk about vulnerability by Brene Brown.

 

super sloppy sonnet 04/17/2014

Filed under: sloppy sonnet,sonnet — paperslightertext @ 4:50 am

“Hello, my name is Juliet.”
This intro is inevitably met
With the question “Who’s your Romeo?”
Well, if you really want to know,

I’d be sincere, but truth be told
You’d much prefer a lie.
Growing up in Ohio I’d say, “I’m gay,”
But here no one bats an eye.

My friends prefer to call me Jules
Besides, I’m not really gay
I’m pansexual- pan means all, not kitchen tools,
So when they ask about Romeo I just say

You know, I’m not holding my breath.
I don’t care about Romeo: just Juliet.

 

 
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