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Rehabilitation: A Collection of Poems
Rehabilitation: A Collection of Poems
A Collection of Poems
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for me;
to remind myself of
the things I can accomplish
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Fuse
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the biggest lie
I ever told
was said in
such simple
vernacular
that no one
considered
giving it a
second thought
Im fine.
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Weight
I carry it.
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Ten
So I was ten
and you were eleven
I was eleven
and you were twelve
on and on until you left for high school
and I was left feeling your fingers
on my chest and under the waist of my
shorts and the taste of your skin
like soap but I was just glad that
you washed before you made me use
my mouth in the top bunk of your room
and the worst was that I liked it.
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I liked the way I wasn't
just the little sister
but you told me not to tell anyone
so I didn't
because for a few hours after school I
believed someone thought I was
worth something.
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Want
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that I blamed myself when
they confided in me because
I wasn't enough.
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every single day,
even the good ones.
Its that subtle itch you get
when you see a spider web
and feel it on your flesh.
Its looking into the mirror
and hating everything.
Its walking alone at night because
no one could want you anyway.
I am afraid.
I am disgusting.
I am only a body.
I am to be used and discarded.
I am pieces warped by the heat
of your hands that will never
fit back together.
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Battle Wounds
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Monsters
Funnily enough,
I came in thinking you
were a monster.
I came in knowing you
would kill me dead.
Funnier still,
you taught me
that its how you go out
that really matters
and even though Im
still breathing and
youve long since stopped,
you killed me all
the same.
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Leaves
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Mythology
I flew
too close
to you
despite the warnings
and the lectures
I am
crashing
down.
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Tattoo
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Guilt
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4 AM
4 AM poetry is heavy,
treacherous.
At 4 AM you become
what you want no one
to see.
Stripped bare and ugly
it whimpers, it moans,
it howls. It whispers secrets,
it cries aloud until it
sleeps once more.
You watch the sun rise.
You remember 4 AM.
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Ice
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Copper
I still remember
how your teeth
felt on the soft
swell of my lips
and the way I
chased the taste
of your tongue
and how we collided
against each other
in such a way
that the only end
could be bloody.
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Uprooted
and falls.
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Virus
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Skid
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Im skidding.
Fabrication
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2013
suffocation
asphyxiation
strangulation
constriction of our hearts
and our heads
choking on the bad,
the wicked, the worst
of the world
expiration
submission
deflation
forgotten hope surfaces
in the face of oppressed,
obliterated expectations
but it only takes one,
a single, distinct deed,
and the world breathes again
an exhalation.
united exultation.
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24-Hour Time
I should be asleep.
The stolen orange traffic
cone on the dresser isnt
a traffic cone at all.
Not tonight at least.
Tattooed with sharpie marker
memories.
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(I can feel them on my skin.)
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Wreck
sometimes
when I drive
back roads with
no lines
and the sky
is dark and
my headlights dim
I accelerate
and accelerate
with my knuckles
white on the wheel
and my foot
pressed down
until Im afraid
of myself
and how Ive
pushed
and I hope
something goes
wrong
I hope I
crash
just to see
if anyone would
notice the wreck
Ive become.
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Culpability
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The Centimeter
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Untitled
Im existing
and Im hiding
and Im failing
to be who I should.
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Timeline
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I should have graduated at twenty-two but instead I
hung around an extra year because I was too afraid
to leave.
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Slow Burning Fuse
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Dear You
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Beddiquette
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Shared Space
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Diminished
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Untitled
You know
before you
I didnt write
poetry
didnt have a
reason or
the patience
to find
the rhymes
the metaphors
and now
Im searching for
synonyms
because beautiful
falls so short
of what you are.
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Typewriter Love
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Untitled
imagine
if my words
inspired someone
if they spoke truths to a stranger
and set a soul burning
or if my words grew love
where it was lost
and they were quoted
through endless time
it would mean the world
would understand
would know you
like I do
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Chicago
And me.
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I was afraid I'd break you into pieces
And how we fit together in the sliver of bed space.
And how your lips felt against mine,
once, twice, three times
not enough
and I tasted Aquaphor for hours on the long drive
home.
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Star Gazing
my favorite constellation
is the one between your
shoulder blades;
the flecks on your skin
alongside crescent moon
marks from fingernails
that accentuate the purple
galaxies tarnishing the
expanse of your neck;
a map of my discoveries
laid out for me to follow
back home to the curve
of your smile.
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Body Heat
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Everything.
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Laundry
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Love Letter
it is sleep deprived
verses collected to
tell you how problematic
it is to express what you are
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Florida Nights
Ten days
is far too short a time
to spend in the curve
of your smile
and the corner
of your bed.
Three days
is what we have left
until I am gone from you
from your touch
from your love.
One night
is all it will take
sleeping back in my own
sheets, wrapped up
in New England sounds
for me to miss these
Florida nights.
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Firefly
I follow you
through dark summer nights.
You spark like heat lightning
brief against the deep blue-black
where the Milky Way sits content to
watch over us.
You flash and I chase you,
jar in hand.
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Pulse
My heart beats
70 times a minute,
4,200 times an hour,
100,800 times a day.
I could count each one,
spend my days with my fingers
pressed to my throat or
the inside of my wrist,
tallying every beat and
know that each one
resonates for you.
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Unfinished
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Sleepless
3 am sees me wrestling
with the covers, half on-half off;
reluctant to be trapped inside
needing that left leg freedom;
too awake for my own good.
3 am reminds me that my
heart is no longer stone and
that it beats consecutive beats,
caught up in the promise of you
and the rhythm of your breath.
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Catalogue
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Second Hand
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Home
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Ten Thousand Feet
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The Sweatshirt
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The Fall
It turns out
falling
isnt the worst
I could do;
I could have served,
loyal and unquestioning,
or I could have fled
and missed you for
a hundred years
and then a thousand more;
I could have stayed away
and let you be and
never fallen in love with
your voice and the
shape of your lips
when you tell me
this is where I belong.
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Confessions
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Pieces
I am a broken thing;
malcontent and more than a
little malicious,
made mean over interminable time,
my clipped wings throwing
burnt shadows.
We are broken
but you fit me
just fine.
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Invulnerable
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fit inside your heart.
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Quiet Love
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cover me with quiet love.
Kansas
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Blueprints
This is me burning,
suffocating in smoke,
choking on ash and fire.
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Retribution
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Restoration
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Four
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invulnerable to puns and sarcasm.
I never told you but morning walks
back from the bus stop
short strides misty breaths saddle shoes
trying to match your steps
made not wanting to grow up easy.
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Demolition
I think
if we spent less time
constructing walls
and more time
creating doors
we would finally be able to hear
the people
knocking
to be let in.
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Education
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Subtlety
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Subtlety
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Blinders
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A blue pickup truck hugs the turn
in my lane.
White knuckles and the steering
wheel jerks right.
Roll down window,
extend middle finger.
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Panoply
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is good as long as the song never stops.
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Maps
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Ink
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Rough paper towel,
cool relief of ointment.
Covered up with tape and gauze,
At least for now.
Dimension will fade but the phrase is lasting.
Temet nosce1, in ink.
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Latin: know thyself
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Open
Pulling
pushing
dragging the decayed and dying
pieces across
floorboards
that creak and shudder;
that protest
the weight.
Too many left behind,
none left to carry on.
Shattered bones scrape skin
raw
and the light too diluted
to stitch the hole tight
Leave it open.
Cant see;
cant breathe;
cells are splitting.
Multiplying.
Dying.
One remains
to start something
new.
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Wait Staf
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Fault
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July
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Clean
sink my bones;
send them down,
keep them under,
drown them in
the warmth of your skin
and the curve of your smile
until I forget my sins;
until the water runs clear
and I finally
feel clean.
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Clann
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Garden
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Would you let me?
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Lightning
I read somewhere
that stretch marks are
lightning bolts.
Maybe thats why I
have them lined up
in rows on my stomach
and around the perimeter
of my breasts,
so they can electrify
anyone who dares
to touch me.
Maybe they make my
my body a hurricane,
unrelenting, thrashing
violence on my edges
but at my eye, I am
placid rains and breezes
safe enough to journey out.
Maybe my lightning No,
stems from a tornado. I think I have lightning
Maybe I am a funnel from a deep summer
cloud who cares nothing heat wave that cuts
for the unfortunate the stifling air and
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souls in my path,
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always hungry, le
always devastating. s
late night stillness,
illuminating muggy
summertime lovers
tangled on sheets
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Yamaha
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white? Did they stumble over
the doorway, sheets underfoot?
The corn still grows, along
with the grass in the front yard.
Grows until it brushes the sills
of sealed, empty windows
and I wonder if someday
my house will look the same.
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Keepsake
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Multiple Intelligences
Do not teach.
Let yourself be taught.
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Selfie Culture
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Dragonfire
lets say
dragons arent born.
they arent hatched on
high mountains
in glittering caves.
lets say instead,
that dragons
come to life when
a fire is lit inside
someones heart;
when it burns down
to embers and ash.
lets say
a dragons teeth grow
sharp the same way
the girls mind does.
lets say
a dragons scales harden
when her bruises heal.
lets say
that when the girl
finds something
that stokes the embers
in her heart,
a dragons wings
burst forth and
a dragon learns
that she was the one
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to be feared all along.
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Good
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because I turned out
good.
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2014
This year
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Thank you.
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