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Anabel Nov 2015
what happened
to my name
when it fell
into the river
of your lips?
where did it go
and where did i go
when we both
drowned
and what did you do
when you felt us
hit the riverbed
of your heart?
Anabel Nov 2015
a ribbon of fire
a curl of lace
and your eyes swimming
in the fishbowl
of my heart
Anabel Nov 2015
take me away
to green forests
where the song
of the lonely
is the national anthem
and when the birds
sing it
it is suddenly recognized
as the song
of the loved
Anabel Oct 2015
a single tree
in a field
doesn’t feel lonely—
be like that tree
and realize
you are rooted
to everything
Anabel Oct 2015
i dig
my own grave
i dig
through and through
until i come out
the other side
alive
for the first time
in my life
Anabel Oct 2015
the call of the wild
is the call of the heart;
there is no difference—
both are calling you home
Anabel Oct 2015
so this is me
deep within the jungle
of myself
howling at a flowerless moon
that will not blossom
until i do
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