katie-jacobsenWhisper

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THE OCTAVE OF MY VOICE WHEN I TALK TO THE BOY I LIKE.Like I am treading lightly on snow wanting to leave no prints. / Like feeling my hand tense up holding a pen too tightly, and then wringing it out. / Like pouring water into a glass and seeing it drip down the pitcher’s outside.
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Jan 28, 2011
I WannaI wanna, I say, naively but sweetly soft; / never knowing quite what I want. / I want to know, no, need to know
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Jan 28, 2011
Cling: a HaikuYour shirt clings to your / Chest and your sweat clings to it; / Now come, cling to me.
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Jan 28, 2011
an ode to your mouthlips are like magic / vibrating and lush. / the grooves wet like waaaaaaaaaaaah, breathy;
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Jan 28, 2011
winterwhen the wind outside is like this / (knives and coarse and salt) / and inside heat comes from chemicals
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Jan 28, 2011
DIY: A haikuIf afraid to ask / what an orgasm feels like, / just have one instead.
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Jan 28, 2011
Using Our WordsI would never use butterflies / to describe how you make me feel: / Too predictable.
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Jan 28, 2011
I fell into the waterSea salts on my eyelashes: / I can feel them when I blink. / They weigh my eyes down
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Jan 28, 2011
To be coolI want to be cool / Like ice, no, like / Breeze- unattached.
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Jan 28, 2011
The Artist as Femme FataleRed Lace Is Something / I’ve only ever heard about. / Never seen.
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Jan 28, 2011
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