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Heavy-handed, depression is found tucked
behind half-empty juice bottles
and a butter drawer stocked instead
with cardboard boxes;
picked apart:
it's needle pricks,
prints smudged by finger sticks,
test strips dropped like breadcrumbs.
You'll ask what happened
in the morning
when you wake to a litter
of empty wrappers on my side of the bed.
I'll tell you I saw God
swallowing the world.
behind half-empty juice bottles
and a butter drawer stocked instead
with cardboard boxes;
picked apart:
it's needle pricks,
prints smudged by finger sticks,
test strips dropped like breadcrumbs.
You'll ask what happened
in the morning
when you wake to a litter
of empty wrappers on my side of the bed.
I'll tell you I saw God
swallowing the world.
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unfettered
When we met
I was shoving roots
into the ground.
Anchors braided thick
and strong so I could
stretch my dreams
toward the heavens:
quivering and fearful in
their green naivete.
But you were making
birds in the palm
of your hand,
tiny faith-filled wings
fluttering as they
learned the fall
from your fingertips
wasn't that bad,
and the ground was
always softer
than in looked.
I buried your memory
deep beneath me
in hopes that
I could drink you in,
and one day
loose my worries
even if I could never
let go of you.
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but i hold my hands out, ad infinitum
polysemous kneels and jaded,
i curl ambiguity against
the collapsing walls of
ambigram.
letters folded into wings
and gone again.
(maybe they're fluttering,
gliding, soaring, drifting (away))
i cannot fly and
nor can you.
and my voice is clawed
into the branch where i was born
and i am not st. vincent;
i cannot birth in reverse.
no matter how much
i try to carve the words
out from my jawed
insides
out.
but this love and sadness
is baroque, climactic
and dramatic.
i look for you
in the attic of my mouth
and the basement of my hands--
i hear you in the corner
of this dystopian (uni)verse
and know better than to reach
for you now,
the room
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Abortifacient
Zeus blows over
like the paper house
of your childhood,
and it’s never nice
to see god lose, but
sometimes he falls
like a thunderbolt -
comb-fingered,
and smoothing
every face flat into boxes,
and it’s never nice
to see god cry, but
sometimes he spills
like the memories
dropped from cardboard
flaps, and it cuts about
as sharp as the edge
of broken dreams.
(and it’s never nice
to see god break, but
sometimes: he shatters
like cathedrals)
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This piece happened the other day, when MagicalJoey and I freewrote during Lesson Two for the
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She asked me for a theme. I came up with chronic illnesses. Funny enough, we both wrote about diabetes--she, high blood sugars. I, low ones.
Cookie KillersCookie Killers
7-2-15
Sugarcookies steal away inhibitions –
I shouldn’t have them –
And cloud my mind with sugarcrumbs:
I can’t think of anything else.
But...
This pancreas can’t produce enough
Life-saving insulincells;
Not even on a normal day.
On a sugarcookieday the process halts –
Insulindependent cells halt –
And my diabetes begins to rolecall the cells
Into positions to kill.
February 2015
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Wow...who knew diabetes could be so inspiring! Nice piece!
When I read it, before reading the description, I thought it might have been about being diabetic and indulging in sugar and regretting it. But your description brings more clarity.
Thanks for sharing!
(P.S. Hope you like all these comments, I'm finally going through some of my deviation stacks and yours is the biggest one, so I'm flipping through about 100 of your latest posts since I was inactive for so long)
When I read it, before reading the description, I thought it might have been about being diabetic and indulging in sugar and regretting it. But your description brings more clarity.
Thanks for sharing!
(P.S. Hope you like all these comments, I'm finally going through some of my deviation stacks and yours is the biggest one, so I'm flipping through about 100 of your latest posts since I was inactive for so long)