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Kalimat
{the words that let go of
their letters tangle and tumble
in foxtrots and viennese trances
to and fro
and he takes hold of me}
i am roses after rainfall
blushing in almost-autumn air
as your forehand faintly taps
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Sundiver
i.
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
ii.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
iii.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had
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Notches
There is a tree as old as me in
the midnight garden.
There’s no sound but the wind
and fingerprints of rain
drumming a thousand dreams
against my window.
My hair is growing long.
I left myself behind
on the growth chart carved
into each notch of the trunk,
leaving just a memory
running through April avenue.
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Day 4!
--Just... a haiku this time. Nature and all. Written last night (Jan. 4th) but not posted until now.
Edit--Changed "lurks" to "lounges" (thanks ^neurotype!)
January 4th, 2014
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Oh I like this. And I definitely love the word "lounges" being in there.