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Anastasia Webb Jul 2014
Pretty birdy boy with transparent insect wings
say NO.
Pretty birdy boy with sticky skinny legs
say STOP.
Pretty birdy boy with shiny plastic eyes
say HELP.
Pretty birdy boy with pearly baby teeth
say PLEASE.
Pretty birdy boy with centipede segmented body
say NO.
STOP.
PLEASE.
HELP.
pretty birdy boy sob.
pretty birdy boy cry.
pretty birdy boy scream.
pretty birdy boy ...
Anastasia Webb Jul 2014
without the knowledge and cyber presence
of  you  and  your           awareness  of  my
presence   (so   I                thought),   I   am
feeling    more                            and    more
unjustified,                                      groping,
unloved,                                                ugly
dissatis                                                   fied
lon                                                           ely
e                                                                m
p                                                                 t
y.
Anastasia Webb Jul 2014
IT
I can see it in the shadows of my walls
the corners of the empty white rooms
the concave stomachs of little kids
your dried, chewed-up bottom lip
the hollows of Mum’s cheeks
the ticking of a metronome
the gaps in the bookcase
the crusty, sore noses
the bleeding nails
the white walls
skinny wrists
burnt paper
filaments
unlights
people
limbs
you
me.
Anastasia Webb Jun 2014
laughing laughing i love u laughing
         i’m scared of loving u
                          just joking. u’r scared
                                    i hope u understand
                                         love u
                                                   u
                                             just u wait
                                                      u’ll see
                                                        u fell into her arms
                                                          u’­ll fall into mine
                                     haha i’ll ask u out
                                                     just u wait
                                                            ­  u’r sweet
                                            have i told u that before? ;)
               how many times have i told u?
                                                  i’ll guess u’d say ‘lots’
                                                          ­          u need to loosen up.
                                       just joking. i like u
                                                                      u’r ******* gorgeous
                                        did i forget to tell u?
                                                              ­ well. u are
                                                   sorry. it’s all u’r fault
                                                           ­                u’r not pardoned
                                                      ki­dding yes u are
                                                             ­                u’r sweet
                                                           ­        (yeah u are)
                                                              sorry. it's ur fault i have butterflies
                                              in conclusion: i like u
                                                               ­       (sorry. u can’t avoid me)
                                                             ­             i like u, and
                                                         there’s nothing u can do about it
                           hahaha.
                                                         ­                   laughing laughing laughing.
Anastasia Webb Jun 2014
Sun settled over
beetroot sky, like
mother hen over
clutch.

And I could smell
the beetroots burning
against horizon
shift.

Sizzle-flip
and turn them over.
Leaking pale red into
the sea.

One dimensional folding paper,
greaseproof (we presume);
Wrap it up, tape the ends.
Send light to the moon.
Anastasia Webb May 2014
#1
I love the fact that you called me
beautiful and wonderful
even though I was
wearing a
band
t-shirt
three sizes too
large and lint-covered
leggings that clung to my legs.

I hope that you realise I like you
so much it’s hard to express
and this is why I am
so awkward
and
giraffe-like
in your presence
and also I hope you realise
I will like you whatever you do.

Please just keep being you, I like
you so much, you run through
my brain at night (and
day), and you
are my
obsession, I
could study you for
years and become a scholar
who knows your every thought.

I hope you don’t feel like you have
to do anything, just because
you’re the guy and
I’m the girl;
I like
the way you
are kind of shy but
guess what I will ask you out
and we can learn and grow together.
Anastasia Webb May 2014
1.
Maybe in twelve years
I could fathom the cause of
miraculous dust

2.
She lifted her hands
to the sky in praise, but all
she received was dust

3.
He fears that one day
he’ll be nothing but dust swept
out from the corners

4.
Some words you could mix
up, and it would be okay –
words like “dusk” and “dust”

5.
They love the dust, they
like to believe that their kids’
future can be held

6.
There was once a bird
who thought that fire was beauty –
until he saw dust

7.
I’ll nourish my sun
flowers, and watch them grow from
a bed of coarse dust

8.
I like to believe
there are dust-cats who keep my
secrets in boxes

9.
You said hi, but you
know your words fell like dead dust
on my wounded ears

10.
When all the dust of
the universe has been found,
cup your hands; receive

11.
If I wrote sonnets
they would be about the world’s
living dust layer

12.
Open your mouth to
the glorious rain, let it
soak away your dust
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