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Pearl 

I wish I did not write about love. 

I wish I had not let them brand me. 

If I am on the market 

How will people know if this subject 

is the only way I’m in print?
I wish I did not write about nature

Specifically how it makes my ovaries blossom. 

If I am only fertile these few more years

All ready engraved in pollen 

How will anything other than sticky stamen penetrate? 
I wish I did not write about Venus. 

She gives away my distance, timing and rotation. 

If I am not pulled by internet routers 

Rather

Turned out from churning oceans

Pearl soaked

How will I find connection? 
I wish I did not write about you. 

You 

who have folded language over in the mouth so it

Curses in hisses of spit and sputum. 

If I am to share saliva again

How can I turn my tongue over? 
I wish I had not written.

Pen and paper has given me away. 

Perhaps though in ink 

You could endorse this woman’s indentations. 

I am simply blotched 

Stamped 

Bleeding about the page like the rest of you. 
Press me to your adjoining pages 

I will etch in so you read me well. 

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Girl 

Today she thought 

I miss being a girl. 
How many times these months

chants & championing 

The words 

woman & strong 

impregnated so as she might erupt

An Orphic egg

Spit out a new cosmos amongst the darkness

maybe, 

Create from the wound. 
She was sorry to let the universe down. 
But when she buckled up her own helmet before riding 

when she took her own hand to cross the road against the lights   

She shuffled her feet at the curb & breathed

‘All the women in me are tired. 

I miss being someone’s girl’. 

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Refuge 

Come in.

Lay your body down.

This place

it is

a refuge.

You.

Warrior

…with your armor up

…and your iron eyes

…and your stiffened lips

Unfurl your hair

let it avalanche down your steel shoulders

and flush cheek bone

and breast.

 

Come in.

Lay your body down.

This place

it is

a refuge.

Tell me your stories

Let your tongue tease out the learning

Your muscles ease out the burning

and your heart

so swollen

…let it leech out for awhile.

 

Give. me. your. lungs. warrior.

A baby would know what to do under such circumstances.

I am giving you permission to do the same.

Make your mournful sounds.

You have not forgotten how

only pretended.

 

Give. me. your. salt. warrior.

Your lacrimation will be a final desalination

Through pores

excrete what your body can no longer contain.

I will gather the delicate crystalline in my palms

and with index finger and thumb

we will use it to season

what. comes. next.

 

Come in.

Lay your body down.

Dear warrior

This place

it is

your refuge.

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Rumble 

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Shadows 

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Song lines 

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At 30,000ft

‘Always blue skies above the clouds’ he says.

‘Toldja’ as he motions out toward the window of the plane.

The skies are indeed blue.

His girlfriend asks

‘Do you reckon it’s scarier going up or when you land?’

He’s flicking through the menu pausing at the page with beer options. 10.59am. Too early?

I’m wondering if I’m scared.

I’m judging him for even considering a beer at this time. 

I’m listening to the softest parts of my insides at 30,000ft. They ask

Where might you be?

What are you doing? 

Last time I saw you you said you think of me everyday. 

The clock in my body ticks slowly over toward my next second

And I wonder again if I should be scared. 

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There there 

When the alarm went off at 5.30

I’m sure you were there.

That early a.m.

Pre travel excitement 

made me tickle you awake and say

‘It’s time’. 

On the train on the way to the airport

I watched as you pulled out a book. 

I got silly wanting you to talk to me about our impending trip. 

You sighed with a smile and closed the book on your lap.

I’m sure you were there.

At the airport 

Me wanting my first coffee

You frustrated.

You just want to get to the gate.

We struggled a little against our wants.

I know you were there.

As I reached for my seat belt on the plane I heard you unclasp your belt buckle in our bathroom

In our bedroom after a long day

At our bed

By the couch

By the table

And that one time in a hotel room by the television. 

I’m sure you were there. 

As the plane lifts off the tarmac 

I turn to take your hand…

‘There there’ I say to myself

Here. Here.

Be 

here. 

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Advantage 

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