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Your skin is like cat-flaps, I tug on scar tissue, spluttering
chewed up adjectives all over.
You did not believe me when I said 'you are a camera
snapping shut, your flash is too close
to my iris and I choke on the slouch in your stare'
You thought you were more of a photo album, an open book
with a spine that arches when I kiss your happy endings
then slap you shut, because I care about things
like the colour of your finger tips
and when you do not have time for dinner.
If I told you that you push yourself between my eyelashes at night
and leave red footprints on my cheeks for days,
what would you say?
If I told you that sometimes there's a dent
in my left rib cage where dust settles and smiles drop out,
would your chest ache too? If I told you I wrote this poem for you
at 1:07 am to stop myself calling you to say I miss you I miss you I miss you over and over
until all the water-yous loosen, meeting the carpet
would you say you miss me too?
I tried to unhinge my hair from your teeth, tried to pull my heart
further my way, I tried to look for somebody else to staple skin
back to my knees and to put the oxygen back in my toes,
but they did not have brown hair and a funny name,
they did not have a way of saying all of the right things.
It's 1:36 am and I'm still here thinking your skin is like cat-flaps
and I'm tugging on dead tissue, still spluttering my heart
all over.
chewed up adjectives all over.
You did not believe me when I said 'you are a camera
snapping shut, your flash is too close
to my iris and I choke on the slouch in your stare'
You thought you were more of a photo album, an open book
with a spine that arches when I kiss your happy endings
then slap you shut, because I care about things
like the colour of your finger tips
and when you do not have time for dinner.
If I told you that you push yourself between my eyelashes at night
and leave red footprints on my cheeks for days,
what would you say?
If I told you that sometimes there's a dent
in my left rib cage where dust settles and smiles drop out,
would your chest ache too? If I told you I wrote this poem for you
at 1:07 am to stop myself calling you to say I miss you I miss you I miss you over and over
until all the water-yous loosen, meeting the carpet
would you say you miss me too?
I tried to unhinge my hair from your teeth, tried to pull my heart
further my way, I tried to look for somebody else to staple skin
back to my knees and to put the oxygen back in my toes,
but they did not have brown hair and a funny name,
they did not have a way of saying all of the right things.
It's 1:36 am and I'm still here thinking your skin is like cat-flaps
and I'm tugging on dead tissue, still spluttering my heart
all over.
Literature
_winter_snow_
Frigid dreams
Snow on her tongue
Ice skates and long walks
On cold December nights
Skin molded to resemble snowflakes
Opaque icicles hang from her joints
Frosted lips taste like peppermints
A snow angel lying outside for years
Her frozen breath goes unnoticed
Literature
Cheap and Tawdry Married Love
My mother cried when I married you.
Twisted up her brothel-keeper's mouth
and bawled-
'That girl's gone and sold herself too cheap.
...And after everything I told her!'
My aunt patted her hand
Slyly reminding her how bad the deal was,
Your poor job-prospects,
The tiny diamond on the ring
Your mother had given us
Because you couldn't afford to buy one.
I paid them no heed.
Smiling, I posed for the photos
Thankful I'd escaped.
Do you see me?
Standing there beside you
In your sharp suit and your Fagin smile.
I was innocent then,
I couldn't see the flames
But I could still burn...
Literature
If I Had A Voice
If i had a voice i would scream
I would let the sound echo off the mountains
And swim beneath the sea...
A scream, blacked out, and silenced...
For far to long.
If i had a voice i would sing,
Haunting notes, with church like acoustics
Floating on the wind to be carried far and near...
A catching melody bellied on your breath,
So that you might choose to sing along.
If i had a voice i would laugh,
Childlike laughter to carry us through,
Pained and Amused.
The laughter turned to song.
If i had a voice i would whisper,
Hot air forming on wind,
The element of secret truths,
Writhing at the bend
If i had a voice i would cry,
Cho
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i could gobble up your poetry and eat it with a spoon.