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dandelionswhen i'm falling asleep on my hand
and dreaming about dandelions on sunbeat eyelids
i can remember the flash of cars reflected in your eyes
and a blue flower plucked from the roadside -
they remind me of the sky, and the full, waking laughter
of that tight smile that writes itself into my face
when i am happy to be alive through my eyes,
but fear its escape through my lips.
instead i only press my laughter
between my breasts as a second heartbeat,
and keep sway against the music -
i will always bump backwards and off-tempo,
but your hands will never lose their place against my hips.
"it's progress, baby"
and her fingers trailed lightly around my neck
like the light at the end of the tunnel
who can only please one at a time,
and is gone.
i am the lucky one, says god, when he wears a white coat and tinkers in peoples souls
with little plastic utensils
i am the lucky one,
the way the last bullet misses its aim,
perfectcacophony against your polished eyes,
cold and round
like river stones
you didnt see this coming, did you?
lovely little marionette,
dressed dark and divine
guess you mispoke a word
guess you stepped out of line
but don't worry, my dear.
all's not lost
this party won't flop
burial silks are in this year
and they'll shoot you straight to the top
the plans have all been laid
the luncheon will be a smash
mother even made a special trip
and found the perfect gown to match
your lovely angel hair,
oh, but now it's charred and black.
the organ sounds,
the games begin
i hear that you've been relinquished of sin
you're the star,
you're all bedecked
and a frozen chandelier
bleeds perfection around your neck
that's irony's nod to what's inside
oh, the things well-rounded hips will hide
that antique glass
there's now no telling
that it's poking against your belly, swelling
a mirror to admire
those fragile cherry lips
now lodged behind your creamy smile
and youre not so perf
grass.The grass beneath me is long and lush and green, just like the packaging says. New grass is always the best, the way it bends and molds when you lay in it, and it curves around my pale legs and bunches between my fingers as I roll onto my stomach, facing the suns waning rays. As always, it needs mowing.
Itll only be longer tomorrow, dads telephone-voice warns.
So be it, I answer, twining my fingers among the stalks. Today I am making grass angels.
Well, I need two hands to make dinner so Ill call you tomorrow, ok?
We both know that hes the master of speakerphone.
Alright. Bye. I toss my cell down next to me, creating a mini grass-crater and destroying thousands of microbial households. I imagine the headlines: Nokia slays thousands, Verizon 50% off. Everything is an ad these days.
Flopping onto my back, I can understand the slogan. Montana- Big Sky Country. Despite the obvious mathematical and geometrical con
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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