kelso - Hello Poetry

every time i speak my own name i taste the blood of my mother's bit lip (&) held tongue-- a self shed to take rein o' my father's flatiron sur/name: the blood, reigned (&) i remain— sanguine & ruddy after all (these broods).

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Jul 8, 2023

Jul 8, 2023 at 1:12 PM UTC

hail over Newark: First Ward, Ninth Avenue

every time i speak my own name i taste the blood of my mother's bit lip (&) held tongue-- a self shed to take rein o' my father's flatiron sur/name: the blood, reigned (&) i remain— sanguine & ruddy after all (these broods).

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fear rose | a big choking risen by red-blue flashes and I pull over, past the intersection under a row of street lights | thinking about my education, my nightgown waiting back home, wondering why on earth | where are you going | where are you from | have you been drinking | who are you | who are you?? | clang in my rearview mirror, a pair of cruisers circle in, intensity creaked in brown-nosed perplexion before black eyes, bloodshot, bothered, real country on the breeze this balmy night and please don't hurt me, the sound of slippers across the kitchen floor is so hazy from here.

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Aug 4, 2022

Aug 4, 2022 at 10:28 PM UTC

native son

fear rose | a big choking risen by red-blue flashes and I pull over, past the intersection under a row of street lights | thinking about my education, my nightgown waiting back home, wondering why on earth | where are you going | where are you from | have you been drinking | who are you | who are you?? | clang in my rearview mirror, a pair of cruisers circle in, intensity creaked in brown-nosed perplexion before black eyes, bloodshot, bothered, real country on the breeze this balmy night and please don't hurt me, the sound of slippers across the kitchen floor is so hazy from here.

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when I reached the age of reason I hit the ground, running. the thought flits across compact mirror smudged from years of overuse & abandon, left behind in purse bottoms and backpacks every time I switch up my style & move on to something: new/ fresh / else. a glance into glass & I'm transported: a babe on white lambskin, a second-hand nostalgia never wholly mine. a missing, another memory removed, a down-to-the-wire tally added to the roster, unexpectedly the emotional prodigy, ostracized alongside destined veracity: as in my absolute devotion to TRUTH! the time skip, a box-out, a blackout, a kindness. a comfort over the desk chair where homework completes itself after countless 'mixtape playlists' limewired maniacally alphabetized, rearranged & revised until dawn/ another decade / chapter: a bookworm, a blockout, a maneuver 'round roadblock, a machination, a manipulation, a deadening, a defeat, an assistant Mother only a child self, the intrigue... yet here I am, a spectacle, a miracle, a smashing, a light on an island out at sea, an accident, a ripening survived. can I trust myself. to dive in. for / by myself? when I lift the stretch of lambskin from an atticked brown box, a painted porcelain plate hits the ground, shattered.

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Jul 28, 2022

Jul 28, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC

self-portrait in lieu of a mistake

when I reached the age of reason I hit the ground, running. the thought flits across compact mirror smudged from years of overuse & abandon, left behind in purse bottoms and backpacks every time I switch up my style & move on to something: new/ fresh / else. a glance into glass & I'm transported: a babe on white lambskin, a second-hand nostalgia never wholly mine. a missing, another memory removed, a down-to-the-wire tally added to the roster, unexpectedly the emotional prodigy, ostracized alongside destined veracity: as in my absolute devotion to TRUTH! the time skip, a box-out, a blackout, a kindness. a comfort over the desk chair where homework completes itself after countless 'mixtape playlists' limewired maniacally alphabetized, rearranged & revised until dawn/ another decade / chapter: a bookworm, a blockout, a maneuver 'round roadblock, a machination, a manipulation, a deadening, a defeat, an assistant Mother only a child self, the intrigue... yet here I am, a spectacle, a miracle, a smashing, a light on an island out at sea, an accident, a ripening survived. can I trust myself. to dive in. for / by myself? when I lift the stretch of lambskin from an atticked brown box, a painted porcelain plate hits the ground, shattered.

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alt title: befriend demons detested. throw them (a party). alt title: bury the hatchet / forget it(s resting place). alt title: cry (less. feel) more. alt: love / alt-love. (alt.) LOVE.

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Jul 24, 2022

Jul 24, 2022 at 3:19 PM UTC

to a place where togetherness is comfortable:

alt title: befriend demons detested. throw them (a party). alt title: bury the hatchet / forget it(s resting place). alt title: cry (less. feel) more. alt: love / alt-love. (alt.) LOVE.

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i am the roses in our garden with thorns, shared, kept / kept distance ensnares me's & you's, all too my purpose: to inspire, to provoke, and "I do" both equally well.

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Jul 23, 2022

Jul 23, 2022 at 10:45 AM UTC

EQUAL PARTS

i am the roses in our garden with thorns, shared, kept / kept distance ensnares me's & you's, all too my purpose: to inspire, to provoke, and "I do" both equally well.

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my god is femme. she is desert moon & every lone star. she is fresh, roast hazelnuts & breaks law : defiant crystals slumbering at the bottom of my mug. she is both, first sip after sleepless nights & the night : the day. my god never rests, never dies. she is both, & always last.

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC

my god is femme.

my god is femme. she is desert moon & every lone star. she is fresh, roast hazelnuts & breaks law : defiant crystals slumbering at the bottom of my mug. she is both, first sip after sleepless nights & the night : the day. my god never rests, never dies. she is both, & always last.

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