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please don’t grasp onto
my paper thin
pin-holed walls,
like i myself can puppeteer
the architect to
freely erect them once
you’ve overspent your
welcome
my roof is paper thin
& pin-holed, too,
space-way destinations
counted like constellated lambs,
glowing white against a midnight,
rolling hill
& sometimes falling
back to my paper thin
& pin-holed self,
escaping the big bad wolf,
for only a blink
please don’t pin-hole
my already paper thin walls with
your perpetually grasping
caterpillar ways
for i am not a leaf on a branch
i am a glowing white lamb
& i belong to the rolling,
midnight hill
my paper thin
pin-holed walls,
like i myself can puppeteer
the architect to
freely erect them once
you’ve overspent your
welcome
my roof is paper thin
& pin-holed, too,
space-way destinations
counted like constellated lambs,
glowing white against a midnight,
rolling hill
& sometimes falling
back to my paper thin
& pin-holed self,
escaping the big bad wolf,
for only a blink
please don’t pin-hole
my already paper thin walls with
your perpetually grasping
caterpillar ways
for i am not a leaf on a branch
i am a glowing white lamb
& i belong to the rolling,
midnight hill
Literature
Glass Half Full
We have a new cat now.
She streaks through the house
and sleeps in your old beds,
watching me from the rocking chair
as I habitually seek you out.
She's sweeter than you--
she sits in my lap
and plays with my fingers,
doll-faced and docile
against your angular independence.
I still search for you
amongst the cracks in my heart
as you slip like sand
deeper into the dark recesses
of my faulty memories.
I am always afraid
that my tears will ruin the circuitry
through which I access
our sunny afternoons and quiet nights,
and you will slip beyond me.
I did not hope for an afterlife
until I ran my fingers through your cold fur,
and understood
Literature
i don't think im alive enough to die yet.
we used to play russian roulette on dingy street corners,
cigarettes hanging from soot-blackened lips
and morphine running rampant through our drugged up systems.
i remember how i was always shot.
you ran away when i didn't die
and left me to bleed out
onto the cold concrete.
but you don't understand-
dolls and wallflowers are empty inside,
and hearts constructed hastily with broken matchsticks
don't beat true. it's just dull thumping
in a hollow chest cavity.
(and even the best dentists can't fill this one up.)
Literature
Let Your Daughter Be a Pirate
Let your daughter be a pirate
if she asks for a wooden sword
help her build her ship from empty boxes
and sail the vast backyard
because a box doesn’t only
have to store dead dreams
and she is so much more
than just a vessel.
Let your daughter be Robin Hood,
if she wants to be an anarchist,
a hero, a rebel, a rogue,
give her bows, and arrows,
and arrogance,
let her fight for the plight of poorer folk
because Robin isn’t just a boy’s name.
Let your daughter be a princess
locked in a tower so high
let her be her own prince,
don’t tell her to wait for a hundred years,
let her swing from her own hair
and grasp her own fre
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