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Your half moon fingernails flick
like dust on the ceiling fan blade,
almost-silent whirs that say
somebody is home.
Around my head you draw
imaginary halos
with your pointer-finger,
ring-finger
index-finger tangled
in my pony-tail,
and we're dancing with our backs
to the walls.
I pretend that you're a poem
and read you quick like I'm
performing spoken word
and you're microphone
so close to my mouth
that you reverberate.
And the cat twitches his tail
like he should have been
included in our turned around feet
counting
1-2-3
1-2-3
1-2-3.
It was a waltz after all.
like dust on the ceiling fan blade,
almost-silent whirs that say
somebody is home.
Around my head you draw
imaginary halos
with your pointer-finger,
ring-finger
index-finger tangled
in my pony-tail,
and we're dancing with our backs
to the walls.
I pretend that you're a poem
and read you quick like I'm
performing spoken word
and you're microphone
so close to my mouth
that you reverberate.
And the cat twitches his tail
like he should have been
included in our turned around feet
counting
1-2-3
1-2-3
1-2-3.
It was a waltz after all.
Literature
Undelivered
or:
how to write to peter
i. sprinkle pixie dust on
one feather of a whisper
ii. blow a kiss to nudge
the dictations of your heart
from a fourth-story windowsill
iii. crawl (sloth-toed) onto the roof
& stretch your third eye
to watch your letter cross state lines
iv. shiver restlessly until
v. suddenly!
vi. you feel your feather of a whisper
nestle in his concave
mailbox:
the space where his left collarbone meets his neck strings
"if i were you i would want me back"
Literature
semantic satiation
i have become
desensitized;
repeating
your name
in the form
of syllables
until you(r
definition)
become
meaning
less
love
love love
love love love
love love love love
love love love love love
love love love love
love love love
love love
love
without
(me)aning
Literature
Memories of You
(I)
Summer's heat clung to us
like guilty secrets,
so at odds with our childish delight.
We never kept track of the time,
but we knew that we'd been out too long
when our heavy limbs were patterned
with grass and freckles.
I told you that freckles were sun kisses,
and you said that you weren't the jealous type,
but you didn't act like it, did you?
(II)
We combined good posture with slouchy clothes
and found comfort in straight-backed iron chairs.
We rode public buses until midnight
and picked our favourite cafés
based on the songs they played,
thinking that music and food were equal
to our ideas of lo
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something that makes me want to read it more than once in my state of mind is beautiful. This, is beautiful