emily-k-1 - Hello Poetry

you are there, in the kitchen of my dream at the stove making enchiladas and tapioca. you are probably one hundred and i think you might keel over, dropping your white head into the *** of yellow pudding. i wonder how you got so suddenly old and i so suddenly young when i can remember reading fairy tales buying you sugary breakfast cereals and letting you sleep in my bed even though you kick and also tell people the embarrassing things i say in my sleep. i am so hungry i want to eat it all and leave none for you but you say to wait to wait until my eyelashes turn into a million tiny butterflies and tickle my skin with their light wings. but i'm hungry now, i whine shoving past you pushing a hot tortilla between my teeth and swallowing greedily desperately before collapsing into a sea of blue tiles. i awake violently, your small foot at my chin. staring at me is a toenail painted blue. i stare back at it, into that tiny ocean.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC

babysitting

you are there, in the kitchen of my dream at the stove making enchiladas and tapioca. you are probably one hundred and i think you might keel over, dropping your white head into the *** of yellow pudding. i wonder how you got so suddenly old and i so suddenly young when i can remember reading fairy tales buying you sugary breakfast cereals and letting you sleep in my bed even though you kick and also tell people the embarrassing things i say in my sleep. i am so hungry i want to eat it all and leave none for you but you say to wait to wait until my eyelashes turn into a million tiny butterflies and tickle my skin with their light wings. but i'm hungry now, i whine shoving past you pushing a hot tortilla between my teeth and swallowing greedily desperately before collapsing into a sea of blue tiles. i awake violently, your small foot at my chin. staring at me is a toenail painted blue. i stare back at it, into that tiny ocean.

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(this is a revised version of my earlier poem, "i like to wear big hats") on a day between winter and summer that does not feel like spring i stand in the mirror and pinch my cheeks 'til my eyes water to make them look like roses. i put on my great grandmother's gray cloche hat and pretend i am a famous actress playing daisy buchanan in the great gatsby. teary eyed, i gaze beyond my own reflection and listen to that man. "don't you love me, daisy?" the phone rings. it's you. we see a romantic comedy, which fills us both with something like cotton candy. but it's temporary so we get chinese food because you say you like sweet and sour pork. i never liked the aftertaste.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC

being daisy buchanan

(this is a revised version of my earlier poem, "i like to wear big hats") on a day between winter and summer that does not feel like spring i stand in the mirror and pinch my cheeks 'til my eyes water to make them look like roses. i put on my great grandmother's gray cloche hat and pretend i am a famous actress playing daisy buchanan in the great gatsby. teary eyed, i gaze beyond my own reflection and listen to that man. "don't you love me, daisy?" the phone rings. it's you. we see a romantic comedy, which fills us both with something like cotton candy. but it's temporary so we get chinese food because you say you like sweet and sour pork. i never liked the aftertaste.

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at the county fair on the zipper which everybody says is held together in places with duct tape you kiss me with blue-raspberry slurpee lips while we flip and flip and my stomach is sick but i don't mention it. the sky beyond the bars of our cramped car is still blue but the night is bleeding in. i wish i could swim in that lingering blue: play mermaid like as a child on summer nights in the neighbor's aqua pool. in the water, weightless -- yet even then, perfectly careful to avoid the deep end where the sharks lurk.

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC

blue

at the county fair on the zipper which everybody says is held together in places with duct tape you kiss me with blue-raspberry slurpee lips while we flip and flip and my stomach is sick but i don't mention it. the sky beyond the bars of our cramped car is still blue but the night is bleeding in. i wish i could swim in that lingering blue: play mermaid like as a child on summer nights in the neighbor's aqua pool. in the water, weightless -- yet even then, perfectly careful to avoid the deep end where the sharks lurk.

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I like to wear big hats and old, funny shoes. I stand in front of the mirror and pretend I am Daisy from The Great Gatsby and I say "Tom, I do not love you, I do not love you, I do not love you." Then you call me. We see a movie and eat Chinese food Because you say you like sweet and sour pork. I never liked the aftertaste.

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Mar 28, 2010

Mar 28, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC

I like to wear big hats

I like to wear big hats and old, funny shoes. I stand in front of the mirror and pretend I am Daisy from The Great Gatsby and I say "Tom, I do not love you, I do not love you, I do not love you." Then you call me. We see a movie and eat Chinese food Because you say you like sweet and sour pork. I never liked the aftertaste.

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