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fika 4d
If you still read my poems, read this one

I’m going to lay it all on the line

The same way children do when speaking bluntly to strangers, and their mothers have to apologize on their behalf. Although I’m not apologizing.

I think I’m bisexual
I’d never tell you
I’m too afraid you'll never want me back
Like a malignant tumor that you want to make sure is
dead and gone and gone and gone again.

But,
when the sky’s drippy yoke rises over the horizon
You’re on my mind,
like spider silk wrapping around my thoughts. Spinning and weaving each neuron until it becomes subdue
If you need it simplified:

1. Yes, this is for you
2. You make me scared to be venerable. Here I am. Take it as you will.
3. I’d never tell you I’m bisexual because I don’t think you’d ever want me
    again. That’s ok.
4. I really ******* miss you
fika Sep 19
You are the equivalent to
A warm blanket pulled out of the dryer, wrapped around my cheeks.
fika Sep 18

One shot
Three shots, cheers
My head is spinning

Men-bloodshot eyes fester up my body
As if they try to climb into my skin, to live out the rest of their youth

I-saw a beautiful woman tonight
Mom I might be bisexual?
I-am maybe.

She was wearing black shorts and clogs.
Leather woven into itself
with wooden soles- companions

A boy
Loved my presence
Worth every minute

I wish he was between my thighs
My mother would disagree

A future with someone new maybe.

Random and choppy and bad and confused poem
  Sep 4 fika
Caroline Shank
Let Us Go

At great risk we go
through certain half deserted
streets.  The lights burn holes
in my contemplations.  The spine
of poetry is fallen and lies
spattered on the ground

Go with me. The vocabulary
inspired by the sea air will
carve runes in the granite.

We travel light. Our skin, like
canvas ingrained with words,
bleeds.

We drop to our knees in
silent supplication.  Sounds
paint where rhyme
leaves
trails.

There is no tomorrow.  


Caroline Shank
fika Aug 11
The potential we had
Hand in hand

Until your white walls
Became washed over
With a father’s expectations

Disappointed rolls off the tongue much too gingerly
Until your world became transparent
And sitting on the teak bench at the end of the bed
The shoes you’ll never fill
fika Aug 5
So young but
the world chewed you up
To see the depths of grey
A boy could bear
Layer after
Layer after
Layer after
After.
fika Jul 26
I have never been so sure of something  more
That I loved you
Upside down, inside out
Left to right
To never let you go a days unnoticed
Please don’t leave me behind

But I- pass you into new hands of youth
To bathe in your ponds of vitality
For the trees to feel the wind before you
To watch the swallows fetch feathers in the motion of draped garland

To learn to love this land as much as I have

My own, to yours
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