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I want to start with a blanket statement:
I want to hold you down until you stop shivering
in the summer night.
Let me be your safety.
I know the patterns of your veins, the long tunnel
of your mouth. I know you are a protector
people use as an offender.
You’re cocky and arrogant
and your bark is almost as harsh
as your bite. You have a hair-trigger
temper and a kick so hard I tremble
sometimes when you reach to hold my hand.
I have seen what you do.
I love you anyway.
People have said that I am two-dimensional
and I admit that I am all soft edges—
I may be a people-pleaser, a comforter,
but I will give you stitches if you try to walk over me.
I will not always fold so easily. I will not always bend to fit you.
We both are made of stuff stronger than fiber.
I’m not asking you to love me.
I’m asking you to take a load off at my kitchen table
and read through your magazines shaking your head
to the beat of the radio. I’m asking you to love
your own ugly muzzle, your own scars and dents.
I’m not asking you to stop smoking,
or pull back after only a couple of shots at the bar,
or learn to put yourself together without anyone else’s help.
I’m definitely not asking for that last one,
because I want to be the one you come to
at night, smoke on your breath and in pieces.
I want to wrap you up in my arms and
I want to piece you back whole until all your
parts are warm under my fingers
and I no longer tremble when you squeeze my hand
at four o’clock a.m., half past ‘thank you’
and a quarter before ‘good morning’.
I want to hold you down until you stop shivering
in the summer night.
Let me be your safety.
I know the patterns of your veins, the long tunnel
of your mouth. I know you are a protector
people use as an offender.
You’re cocky and arrogant
and your bark is almost as harsh
as your bite. You have a hair-trigger
temper and a kick so hard I tremble
sometimes when you reach to hold my hand.
I have seen what you do.
I love you anyway.
People have said that I am two-dimensional
and I admit that I am all soft edges—
I may be a people-pleaser, a comforter,
but I will give you stitches if you try to walk over me.
I will not always fold so easily. I will not always bend to fit you.
We both are made of stuff stronger than fiber.
I’m not asking you to love me.
I’m asking you to take a load off at my kitchen table
and read through your magazines shaking your head
to the beat of the radio. I’m asking you to love
your own ugly muzzle, your own scars and dents.
I’m not asking you to stop smoking,
or pull back after only a couple of shots at the bar,
or learn to put yourself together without anyone else’s help.
I’m definitely not asking for that last one,
because I want to be the one you come to
at night, smoke on your breath and in pieces.
I want to wrap you up in my arms and
I want to piece you back whole until all your
parts are warm under my fingers
and I no longer tremble when you squeeze my hand
at four o’clock a.m., half past ‘thank you’
and a quarter before ‘good morning’.
Literature
Good Guy.
You say that what you want is something you will never find
You lay your head on my shoulder and I don’t mind
I breathe in deep and love your scent
And you ask if I knew what you meant
I shake my head and then you sigh
“I just want a good guy.”
Has it ever occurred to you, maybe
Your head is on his shoulder, baby
I don’t want to be your best friend
When I’m with you I feel my heart beat again
Has it ever occurred to you that I
Could be your good guy?
Here you come again with tears in your eyes
‘Cause of something he said, it’s no surprise
You fall into my arms and I let you cry
“Where the hel
Literature
Not A Pipe Dream
I am living in the shadow of my potential
And lately patience seems to be in short supply
While expectation overflows in abundance
Pipe dream, is it not enough that I have tried?
No, I can not accept that you are a failure
The words you chose were ever so carefully placed
It should be of no importance whatsoever
If the message conveyed was not to their taste
I am living in the shadow of my potential
I’m in utero but I will be somebody soon
Burst through these rusty pipes that corrode my dreams
And flood the floor of my creative womb
May I suggest that you are already someone
And that each stroke you paint is as desired
From your cold
Literature
Pieces of Junk, Unsorted
Shelves
It’s been over a decade since my parents first bought the house, but the garage looks as if it gets cleaned once every century. It may just be my imagination, but I’m sure that a colony - a community – of spiders lives in the farthest back reaches of that garage. Don’t blame them. It’s easy for a body to get lost in the musty air, the blank smell of dust and cement. Even the neighborhood squirrels know this, and exploit the never-sorted-through storage shelves during the winters.
Dust Motes
The first time I saw my father cry, he had been talking to me and my brother out in the garage. A sunny day provide
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idea taken from Sarah Kay's poem, "Love letter from a toothbrush to a bicycle tire"
this isn't what you think. it's just me trying to be clever. It took me so long to think of the two items that it's actually embarrassing. I'm not really satisified with my choice of a gun, but I made so many references to different parts or actions of a gun that I can't really change it now....
Miss me? I'm really sorry I haven't been around for a long time. I never mean to go away unannounced or anything, it's just been a really, really, really busy last couple of months. Which I totally deserve because I'm almost always that lucky bastard friend who doesn't have any homework.
(I dare you to count the puns/references to parts of guns and/or blankets)
this isn't what you think. it's just me trying to be clever. It took me so long to think of the two items that it's actually embarrassing. I'm not really satisified with my choice of a gun, but I made so many references to different parts or actions of a gun that I can't really change it now....
Miss me? I'm really sorry I haven't been around for a long time. I never mean to go away unannounced or anything, it's just been a really, really, really busy last couple of months. Which I totally deserve because I'm almost always that lucky bastard friend who doesn't have any homework.
(I dare you to count the puns/references to parts of guns and/or blankets)
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