telumne - Hello Poetry

we are all in the same state of vulnerability when we sleep, as anyone else, and i bet that's why we all got together all those thousands of years ago, to not be scared when we sleep

can you imagine having a house with so much warmth and brown and wood and little things in it, kitschy and beautiful. paisley print and filligree. and you paint fruits and flowers on walls and paste up paper printed with wild animals and roll out thick rugs that your feet sink inches into, the edges rolled gold and the innards designed with leaves. and you live there forever and use the same chippedish dishes forever and the same blankets and embroidered pillowcases forever and you know every step on the staircase that squeaks and every nook where the spiders like to cob their webs. can you imagine the potted basil in the window.

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Nov 9, 2023

Nov 9, 2023 at 3:28 PM UTC

can you imagine having a house with so much warmth and brown and wood and little things in it, kitschy and beautiful. paisley print and filligree. and you paint fruits and flowers on walls and paste up paper printed with wild animals and roll out thick rugs that your feet sink inches into, the edges rolled gold and the innards designed with leaves. and you live there forever and use the same chippedish dishes forever and the same blankets and embroidered pillowcases forever and you know every step on the staircase that squeaks and every nook where the spiders like to cob their webs. can you imagine the potted basil in the window.

i love teeth and bones and feathers. i love little left-behind bug moults and snake sheds. i love snail shells, i love clumps of old fur. i love shed antlers and trampled flora, pawprints and hoofprints left in mud. i love shrieking foxes and mourning doves. i love slugs and toads. i love the smell of decay, i love the smell of rotting leaves. i love the smell of petrichor, of fed earth, wet soil just after it rains. i love muck and puddles and grass stains and burs stuck to my pants and sappy fingers. i love dewdrops on the grass, i love roly-polies under rocks, i love worms seeking rain. i love the earth and grass under my bare feet. i love the sun on my back. i love the wind in my clothes. i love the heartbeat of the earth. i love how she breathes.

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Nov 9, 2023

Nov 9, 2023 at 2:56 PM UTC

i love teeth and bones and feathers. i love little left-behind bug moults and snake sheds. i love snail shells, i love clumps of old fur. i love shed antlers and trampled flora, pawprints and hoofprints left in mud. i love shrieking foxes and mourning doves. i love slugs and toads. i love the smell of decay, i love the smell of rotting leaves. i love the smell of petrichor, of fed earth, wet soil just after it rains. i love muck and puddles and grass stains and burs stuck to my pants and sappy fingers. i love dewdrops on the grass, i love roly-polies under rocks, i love worms seeking rain. i love the earth and grass under my bare feet. i love the sun on my back. i love the wind in my clothes. i love the heartbeat of the earth. i love how she breathes.

i can't wait to be old. i can't wait to be wrinkly oma with silver and grey hair. i can't wait to have spotted, gnarled hands like tree roots, hands that have done so much: built, cooked, fed, felt, created. i can't wait for time, age, nostalgia, to wrap me up in a soft shawl, to cloud my memory and vision with rose. to look back on my life and see the follies that pain me so much now merely as soft missteps. i can't wait for the winter of my life, my autumn over, my life finding its silence, its peace. i will live a life vibrant and at my end i will know i walked as best as i could, until my legs grew too weak to carry me any further. at my end i'll become a young star and a button sewn onto the coat of time worn by all those i've known, the little waves made from my life neverending

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Nov 9, 2023

Nov 9, 2023 at 2:42 PM UTC

i can't wait to be old. i can't wait to be wrinkly oma with silver and grey hair. i can't wait to have spotted, gnarled hands like tree roots, hands that have done so much: built, cooked, fed, felt, created. i can't wait for time, age, nostalgia, to wrap me up in a soft shawl, to cloud my memory and vision with rose. to look back on my life and see the follies that pain me so much now merely as soft missteps. i can't wait for the winter of my life, my autumn over, my life finding its silence, its peace. i will live a life vibrant and at my end i will know i walked as best as i could, until my legs grew too weak to carry me any further. at my end i'll become a young star and a button sewn onto the coat of time worn by all those i've known, the little waves made from my life neverending

oma

i get home every day and hang my skin on the hook and take all my muscles and set them in my dresser and put all my bones under the bed and close my nervous system in the cupboards. i move around in my home just a pair of flexing lungs and a bunch of veins and a pulsing heart. then i put myself back together in the morning.

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Nov 9, 2023

Nov 9, 2023 at 2:24 PM UTC

i get home every day and hang my skin on the hook and take all my muscles and set them in my dresser and put all my bones under the bed and close my nervous system in the cupboards. i move around in my home just a pair of flexing lungs and a bunch of veins and a pulsing heart. then i put myself back together in the morning.

your bones are sweet and sharp. milktooth, my teething heart all 32, white candy sugary and nibbling me

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Jun 22, 2022

Jun 22, 2022 at 12:09 AM UTC

your bones are sweet and sharp. milktooth, my teething heart all 32, white candy sugary and nibbling me

sweetbones

5

gently rough hands your throat in my ear like some big thunder rumbling through, a hum undoing me and undoing me like shoelaces, undoing and undoing me warm coffee, coffee dripping onto my skin from your mouth your darker caresses pulling flesh back and dropping the grounds from your lips and onto my bones you eat and eat and eat of my fruit and big monsteras grow from the empty hollow of my stomach twining through the ribs and swallowing the marrow of me

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 2:29 AM UTC

gently rough hands your throat in my ear like some big thunder rumbling through, a hum undoing me and undoing me like shoelaces, undoing and undoing me warm coffee, coffee dripping onto my skin from your mouth your darker caresses pulling flesh back and dropping the grounds from your lips and onto my bones you eat and eat and eat of my fruit and big monsteras grow from the empty hollow of my stomach twining through the ribs and swallowing the marrow of me

ichor

12

rosily underground hiding farming wax ******* dirt for minerals biting your nails for tea slimeish, vapid brain grew legs and left walked on away skinny little skinny little skinny little pig two wrists in one loop uncoiling own intestines for jump rope

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Aug 7, 2021

Aug 7, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC

rosily underground hiding farming wax ******* dirt for minerals biting your nails for tea slimeish, vapid brain grew legs and left walked on away skinny little skinny little skinny little pig two wrists in one loop uncoiling own intestines for jump rope

the divinity of the toad

11

you and i are like cats how we twine together then burst apart sandpaper tongues and hooking claws and romping and rapture i find you every day hiding between my breaths watching my hands and eating my thoughts do i live there, too? in the front of your mind or maybe the back or maybe not at all

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Feb 9, 2021

Feb 9, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC

you and i are like cats how we twine together then burst apart sandpaper tongues and hooking claws and romping and rapture i find you every day hiding between my breaths watching my hands and eating my thoughts do i live there, too? in the front of your mind or maybe the back or maybe not at all

tom's diner

11

honey, honey soft and runny bones and sulfur acting funny

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC