neeksco - Hello Poetry

I lost my emptiness to the sea; wept as a child weeps for a rabbit's torn ear. We crave a turn in Egypt.

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC

I lost my emptiness to the sea; wept as a child weeps for a rabbit's torn ear. We crave a turn in Egypt.

That fine American living room That fine American house Sparrow’s wings beating against red walls Portrait of a young girl hair spilling in clean ringlets over the back of a crystal beaded gown From the top of the stairs I count out too many windows to undress our patience Skylight above owes me a glimpse though death has become a cheapened thing perhaps with the way we sanction off parts of ourselves just to lament family portraits tucked away in dresser drawers We make our way into the library take pleasure in tearing the pages from a leather bound book I catch you lingering You’ve always been a step ahead of me Never reading too much into the silence Never making a habit of indecision

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC

8 A.M.

That fine American living room That fine American house Sparrow’s wings beating against red walls Portrait of a young girl hair spilling in clean ringlets over the back of a crystal beaded gown From the top of the stairs I count out too many windows to undress our patience Skylight above owes me a glimpse though death has become a cheapened thing perhaps with the way we sanction off parts of ourselves just to lament family portraits tucked away in dresser drawers We make our way into the library take pleasure in tearing the pages from a leather bound book I catch you lingering You’ve always been a step ahead of me Never reading too much into the silence Never making a habit of indecision

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Pulled up from the waves enough to squeeze your sister’s hand - my father cried for you. I think I cried for him. Maybe the years will all come rushing back when the sun finally dries the shores for good.

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC

May

Pulled up from the waves enough to squeeze your sister’s hand - my father cried for you. I think I cried for him. Maybe the years will all come rushing back when the sun finally dries the shores for good.

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I seek out priests like him wherever I go - I make a holy man out of the stepfather who announces his brutality and leaves marlboro cigarettes to melt into the ***** carpet so they can bloom into perfumed florals and carbonated soft drinks. But this - Who am I to think myself pure in this? I say all that’s already been said and still revel in it.

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Jan 5, 2020

Jan 5, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC

Irreverent

I seek out priests like him wherever I go - I make a holy man out of the stepfather who announces his brutality and leaves marlboro cigarettes to melt into the ***** carpet so they can bloom into perfumed florals and carbonated soft drinks. But this - Who am I to think myself pure in this? I say all that’s already been said and still revel in it.

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