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Eleven fifty-six
A madman tromps into our house
and shakes like a dog to free the snow from his hair.
With feigned stealth he mounts the stairs two and three at a time.
Down the hall at the open door he is greeted
with the sound of his maiden's relax-ed breaths.
Ah,
this daydream,
not of -day-
but of -dreams-
the sort that would conquer and ravish her harried mind.
White knuckled
and of similar countenance,
she flutes her practiced solo.
Innnn
Outttt
Innnn
Outttt
One
baritone sigh,
two overcast eyes,
and it's to the pillow with him.
He squirms, fidgets and jostles til the whole house complains aloud.
Then, in the sudden stillness,
he implodes
at learning what he already knew.
innnnouttttinnnnoutttt
She daren't shift or
snatch a scratch.
With a forearm over her eyes she imagines she's captive.
Pirates, probably.
Ohyes, indeed.
Pirates!
If she so much as moves or even sighs--
"Jenna." Her breath catches in the back of her throat like a fishing hook.
She swallows it.
"JENNA!"
...............................
Innnnnnnnnnnnnn
Outttttttttttttttttttt
He curls around her
like the first quarter moon
to its dark side
and worms through her hair til his nose finds scalp.
Her shallow exhale pulls her
farther
A madman tromps into our house
and shakes like a dog to free the snow from his hair.
With feigned stealth he mounts the stairs two and three at a time.
Down the hall at the open door he is greeted
with the sound of his maiden's relax-ed breaths.
Ah,
this daydream,
not of -day-
but of -dreams-
the sort that would conquer and ravish her harried mind.
White knuckled
and of similar countenance,
she flutes her practiced solo.
Innnn
Outttt
Innnn
Outttt
One
baritone sigh,
two overcast eyes,
and it's to the pillow with him.
He squirms, fidgets and jostles til the whole house complains aloud.
Then, in the sudden stillness,
he implodes
at learning what he already knew.
innnnouttttinnnnoutttt
She daren't shift or
snatch a scratch.
With a forearm over her eyes she imagines she's captive.
Pirates, probably.
Ohyes, indeed.
Pirates!
If she so much as moves or even sighs--
"Jenna." Her breath catches in the back of her throat like a fishing hook.
She swallows it.
"JENNA!"
...............................
Innnnnnnnnnnnnn
Outttttttttttttttttttt
He curls around her
like the first quarter moon
to its dark side
and worms through her hair til his nose finds scalp.
Her shallow exhale pulls her
farther
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contrite.
she said
'i want to wake up
before i go to sleep,'
and she was wringing
those hands-
wringing those hands-
like you'd wring a turkey's neck.
so those grotesque
trees in the courtyard
are chasing her far away
where she can't reach
her heart;
those black branches
have build a bird's nest
around it, and the
brambles have started to grow.
she falls asleep
before her head hits
the pillow
and they bow their heads
and pray;
singing about doves
and gods and
teacups.
'i just want to wake up
before i go to sleep,'
she whispers,
her eyes like saucers
in her face-
and you should have held her then
you think,
but you didn't
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there is ink settled
in the curve of your chin,
graceful arms shadowed
on a wall when
you decided, hey, let's
dance to the music of
dawn birds. there is
a mourning in the way
your tongue slides over
the word "we"
and tastes it like coffee
with cream and no
sugar. i took your
kissed fingerprints
and gathered them,
placed so
like the direction matters;
your touch fairly
blinded the birds
sleeping in everyone's wrists
and they screamed
because there are
things too beautiful
for here. weighty pages
draw inspiration
from your voice and
write god in
english, russian,
and portugese
so normal
people can understand
ho
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i'm lucid dreaming while awake
Dear My Psychokinetic Boy:
Let's learn astral projection
in ninety days. I'll be in Las
Vegas, and you'll be in San
Diego, but every night we'll
meet in my dreams. You'll
karate chop the monsters,
protect me from banshees
and incubi, bubble wrap us
in energy forcefield shields.
Let's learn teleportation
before the twentyninth,
your halfbirthday. Then
we could see each other
whenever you'd start to
miss me or whenever I'd
start to miss you. Or to
kiss your lips goodnight.
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I love the name "Jenna" the way they say it in Balto.
That's not how it is spoken in this piece.
That's not how it is spoken in this piece.
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fantastic. wow. both bold and explosive.