1.
For six years I lived in supermarket doorways
and threw up dry soil. I could have died
I should have
not lied. I have not been to logic class
for three weeks, our task is to determine
consistency. Pen lids can not stop ink
unwinding downstairs, expanding
into last year
where a father opens his fingers
and touches cake wrappers.
He tied a dog chain around his child's neck
for all the stories she told and dirty plates she left
by the cream sofa, then he said goodnight to his wife
with chemical lips
thirty eight minutes later.
2.
This is the room where trees die
and mathematics are always wrong. I make jokes
about the zeros on the wall and try to add them up
before they slip through the gaps in my throat.
I cannot stop them. When I was five
my best friend had legs like breadsticks, she went shopping
with her mother every weekend while mine pushed hoovers
and prescription drugs
into her palms.
I love her through time machines
3.
My cousin ate yoghurt in a caravan
and always washed the dishes. This was the summer England
stopped being beautiful. She liked to hug
everyone and save pennies in a red purse and let them rot
like stars. I did not.
I lied on a sick bed with my child-proof body
and watched while she took my clothes, my sour milk
and my car seat twenty nine seconds
before I was gone.
4.
Dear Dr Sellars,
Last year my chest failed
it’s MOT, I have not been out
since, my brakes never work
and the horn never beeps. I have been thinking
about my childhood. I think it left sticks
in my hipbones and I cannot pull them out
alone. The engine makes a sound that makes me
want to stop walking. There is no petrol in my tank
and empty coke cans roll around in the trunk,
my left wing mirror unattached
when I fell into the microscope --
you see, I only wanted to measure my thoughts
with something more than words and numbers.
Do you think you can help me?
Yours sincerely,
a girl with a heart
ready to wake up.














Comments
beautiful.
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and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love, and the reason i do not fall into this street is love.
-e.e. cummings
it's so abstract, it's kinda hard to understand. but that's where open interpretations lies. lol.
i couldnt' exactly grasp what was going on. but from the ending, i think the girl is in a coma....
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eikaj
just concepts
you let us decide
and yet the taste and direction are strong.
well written, as always.
i need to comment more on your work.
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im choking down the air you all so willingly breathe,
and clinging to what you so quickly leave,
your giving up what i so dearly need
I love the second part of the first section
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Don't dream it; be it
comments:
it the first rhyme that caught me, in the first stanza, seemed to me a bit childish and stilted. this is not a rhyming poem, you have no need to force it here, and save it for another day. simply replacing it with i should have told the truth implies the same.
same for help me/sincerely in the last stanza. it makes the read out loud a little awkward.
i loved the line break in the first section. it dribbled off the tongue, gave just the right hint of pause before diving in, headfirst, into unexperienced waters. water like remembering.
question:
are there significance to the numbers 38m, 29s?
^_^
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leete latu polito ulos a'riolos baru n'tori
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"Scoffers of the Bible's Prophesies tend to readily embrace other false belief systems, ie: rapture, Nostradamus, evolution, & the History Channel's opinions." "It's very dangerous to call one's self a Christian, and call God's Word a conspiracy theory."
'I love her through time machines'
Just brings a strong sense of loss to my mind and I nearly shed a tear at that point lol
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Without life there is no world
Without the world there is no life
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