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Chain Smoking

It wasn’t ever personal,
until you were the only person I could think of,
unintentional,
so impractical,
I began speaking in clichés and dreamy drooling.
My eyes carved out,
spinning wildly on the staff room table,
as I placed marble hearts,
where they used to reside.

I had a lovely time,
watching you chain smoke,
to forget your overbearing mother,
and your darling dipsomania,
smoke snaking around your angel eyes,
so sad,
but so sexy
to this one track girl,
who knows you’re hurting,
but only knows one way,
to make it better.

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Let me kiss you better,
singing I’ll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her,
leaning out the window,
just to choke on air,
because I forget to breathe,
when we are close.

The day runs down my throat,
and I am still,
marble heart eyes closed,
on the window sill,
and suddenly,
your arms close around my waist,
damn you, innocently nuzzling into my neck,
and I am so,
so,
so breathless.


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Love Lessons

His brow furrowed,

as his eyes,

that had seen and collected,

the wonders of the world,

fell to the floor.

He asked me,

why I wanted him.

 

 

 

I took the hands,

that had spent more nights,

alive and exploring,

than I had had days on the earth.

I told him,

that I wanted someone,

who knew how to love me.

 

 

 

He has loved me,

with tenderness,

with curiosity,

with ferocious passion,

that he thought he had lost,

and I know,

nobody else could love me,

the way he taught me I deserve.


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Women Who Work (Really Hard At Pretending To Be Allies)

She tapped on a screen,
as if it meant the same,
as standing with the brave,
and using her freedom,
to free them.

I am proud
I will say I am proud
to support my LGBTQ friends and the LGBTQ Americans
of the LGBTQ Americans my Dad targets
who have made immense contributions to our society and economy.
so they can’t point out my cowardice,
in the face of their bravery.

I will say I am proud,
of the LBGTQ Americans my Dad targets,
so they can’t point out my cowardice,
in the face of their bravery.

She tapped on a screen,
and typed everything,
a publicist told her,
and it meant nothing.


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