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Jun 2015 1487

il lazzarone

Jun 2015 1487

Megan Grace

il lazzarone

i like that my bloodlines
run like your bloodlines
like the salty sea spray
you exhale when you
dream at night

written on a napkin i found in my purse.

i'm not sure where i had planned to go with this one.

Jun 2015 1487

Cheap Stuff

Jun 2015 1487

AJ

Cheap Stuff

It's not my worst nightmare,
But it is high up on the list.
Maybe the fifth?

And it's running in circles,
And you're running around,
Shouting about how
We're both dying alone,
But together.
And how that's not the same
As dying alone,
Or dying together with someone.

I go inside,
But we're out of the good liquor,
And I'm not drinking the ******* Fireball.
Some Steve Carell movie is playing in the backround.
Tim and Sam are ******* on the couch,
As usual.

And I'm just alone.
You're all moving around me,
And you live your own miserable lives.
And I've outgrown you.

Jun 2015 1487

fifteen

Jun 2015 1487

Megan Grace

fifteen

there is this   candle that i keep
in a box and i save it for nights
when i want to think   of  y o u,
when the summer air is too hot
a n d   i  can  imagine  that  you
would   have  turned  o u r   air
conditioning  up so high  t h a t
i would   have had  to put  on a
sweater     while    you stripped
downtonearlynothing.i wonder
if  we  would  have  had   those
gardens you talked about   or if
you would    have taught me to
tolerate beer. i usedto think you
were the  s o l e  orchestrator of
every sunset i had ever     seen,
that you  m u s t  have bartered
some  part  of   y o u r    soul  in
exchange for that laugh       you
had, that all of the absolute ****
i had gone through was simply
there  t o   l e a d   m e   t o  you.
but you did not love me     t h e
same way, you  d i d  n o t  love
m e     the       s a m e           way.

tell me, do we have to bow
down and kiss our own feet
to become whole again?

Jun 2015 1487

Just Once

Jun 2015 1487

Anne Sexton

Just Once

Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small ****** bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.

Jun 2015 1487

anxiety

Jun 2015 1487

James

anxiety

Anxiety, like fire,
Needs fuel,
We feed it with fear,
If only,
we can let it burn out.

#anxiety