felicia-c - Hello Poetry

I'm not good at closing doors quietly. So much so that my father made a sign to remind me. It says: Shh! Quiet Please! in blue magic marker. It's not that he's trying to stifle me, he's just sleeping. My mother told me that she had to realign the door frames after I moved out, as they had grown used to my proclivity for slamming.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

You're a Boots Person, Aren't You?

I'm not good at closing doors quietly. So much so that my father made a sign to remind me. It says: Shh! Quiet Please! in blue magic marker. It's not that he's trying to stifle me, he's just sleeping. My mother told me that she had to realign the door frames after I moved out, as they had grown used to my proclivity for slamming.

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It is the waiting which makes people so vaguely uncomfortable. So much so that I think we all start to pretend (as hard as we can) that we are the only ones. Or perhaps not the waiting. But the lack of control it conveys ushered in like a grey balloon swathed in ugly red wool and there is nothing I can do except to stare at the ceiling paint peeling faintly slowly carelessly to wherever old ceiling paint goes Because after this layer there is another: white like bones. Next is red like candy, then green like plastic trees, until after ten inches of blue you reach stone-cold metal, so ancient and unused to the air that it might crumble if you sneezed too enthusiastically.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC

Subway

It is the waiting which makes people so vaguely uncomfortable. So much so that I think we all start to pretend (as hard as we can) that we are the only ones. Or perhaps not the waiting. But the lack of control it conveys ushered in like a grey balloon swathed in ugly red wool and there is nothing I can do except to stare at the ceiling paint peeling faintly slowly carelessly to wherever old ceiling paint goes Because after this layer there is another: white like bones. Next is red like candy, then green like plastic trees, until after ten inches of blue you reach stone-cold metal, so ancient and unused to the air that it might crumble if you sneezed too enthusiastically.

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I have shaken you off like his cold from Thanksgiving or like summer skin freckled with "you look beautiful!"s and my weight on your shoulders among green sheets and purple walls In a hardware store we felt like a bad couple such sad and discordant energy among steel hammers and that perfect bracket that I couldn't find.

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Jan 27, 2015

Jan 27, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC

Charming

I have shaken you off like his cold from Thanksgiving or like summer skin freckled with "you look beautiful!"s and my weight on your shoulders among green sheets and purple walls In a hardware store we felt like a bad couple such sad and discordant energy among steel hammers and that perfect bracket that I couldn't find.

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so many shades of home exist simultaneously in this city and i feel so lucky to call this corner mine for now. i'm sure someday i'll be hidden away in the mountains again or surrounded by thousands of trees so much taller than i but for now the lights on train are exciting enough.

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

46th Street

so many shades of home exist simultaneously in this city and i feel so lucky to call this corner mine for now. i'm sure someday i'll be hidden away in the mountains again or surrounded by thousands of trees so much taller than i but for now the lights on train are exciting enough.

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and inexplicably we jump into the lake though it is three in the morning and cold i feel a young man's giggle on my neck and turn to find buck teeth odd-angled too-broad shoulders for such a giggle next to him the fog rolls off the water and covers my chin like it covers the rocks so i can barely see them and she trips, tumbling, like she's a step away from an avalanche pine trees reach up to the moon and down the water and our laughter meets in the middle.

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC

summer at home

and inexplicably we jump into the lake though it is three in the morning and cold i feel a young man's giggle on my neck and turn to find buck teeth odd-angled too-broad shoulders for such a giggle next to him the fog rolls off the water and covers my chin like it covers the rocks so i can barely see them and she trips, tumbling, like she's a step away from an avalanche pine trees reach up to the moon and down the water and our laughter meets in the middle.

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"i'm sorry that i sort of fell apart after you left." i tell him that it's okay, that we all have bad days, and that the delivery can be made tomorrow. i thought i'd made it clear hundreds of times that i am usually the one to fall apart, to scream in the woods, and to sit blankly on the bus until i am home.

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

boxes

"i'm sorry that i sort of fell apart after you left." i tell him that it's okay, that we all have bad days, and that the delivery can be made tomorrow. i thought i'd made it clear hundreds of times that i am usually the one to fall apart, to scream in the woods, and to sit blankly on the bus until i am home.

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i consume black coffee by the steaming mouthful so i can stay awake long enough to do something useful i am playing a waiting game with my feelings but i have never been acquainted with patience the way i admire so much in the humans who love me best maybe all we all require is the opposite of what we are to fill in the space between your fingers is exactly what you can’t hold onto. anyway i miss your mouth.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC

wednesday afternoon

i consume black coffee by the steaming mouthful so i can stay awake long enough to do something useful i am playing a waiting game with my feelings but i have never been acquainted with patience the way i admire so much in the humans who love me best maybe all we all require is the opposite of what we are to fill in the space between your fingers is exactly what you can’t hold onto. anyway i miss your mouth.

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"6 years old, brunette hair, pink dress." "I’m with the grandmother." "Last seen?" Later they found her by the moon star wall. It sang her arrival to hold a stranger’s hand and, grinning, she skipped to her grandmother’s arms.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC

lost child

"6 years old, brunette hair, pink dress." "I’m with the grandmother." "Last seen?" Later they found her by the moon star wall. It sang her arrival to hold a stranger’s hand and, grinning, she skipped to her grandmother’s arms.

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I remember my primary school which was all large hallways and shiny shoes library which was all popsicle stick projects and a round reading room after hours and finding a book about art. I showed it to Mrs Romano who was fat in a pleasant way and wore round glasses and she said “Picasso?” and i said "yes."

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC

second grade

I remember my primary school which was all large hallways and shiny shoes library which was all popsicle stick projects and a round reading room after hours and finding a book about art. I showed it to Mrs Romano who was fat in a pleasant way and wore round glasses and she said “Picasso?” and i said "yes."

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he says don’t get too comfortable i say it is not in my nature to do so this is a man who stood on the edge of the mountain to make me laugh and moved across the country three weeks later he invited me in to see his stained glass window but i had work in the morning and anyway his hands felt like the roots that grow out of potatoes that you leave too long in the cabinet knobby and altogether alien, uncomfortable and unyielding. he plays with light and i have nothing to do with it no emotion compared to Popsicle Boy or to the ever-logical Elbows. (i thought i should bring him up because i love him) but he let go on the day that I was concerned with the pottery wheel and it was graceful and unimportant at the time now its all a wash and i miss the clay hidden behind my knees on the days we’d climb up to mountain for ice cream and giggling.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC

5 Cities in 4 Year & I'm Stuck on the Edge of This One

he says don’t get too comfortable i say it is not in my nature to do so this is a man who stood on the edge of the mountain to make me laugh and moved across the country three weeks later he invited me in to see his stained glass window but i had work in the morning and anyway his hands felt like the roots that grow out of potatoes that you leave too long in the cabinet knobby and altogether alien, uncomfortable and unyielding. he plays with light and i have nothing to do with it no emotion compared to Popsicle Boy or to the ever-logical Elbows. (i thought i should bring him up because i love him) but he let go on the day that I was concerned with the pottery wheel and it was graceful and unimportant at the time now its all a wash and i miss the clay hidden behind my knees on the days we’d climb up to mountain for ice cream and giggling.

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