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emma jane page Jun 2019
her head is thrown back in laughter
and the moment stops

i have to look at her,
at the scene,
because we are placed in just such a way
that it could be painted
in strokes that destroy the secret

not of the words,
but the showing of our teeth

i have to look at her,
at the scene,
from the corner of the room in order
to see it
hovering between us

her laughter and mine meeting in the air
to blend, to dissolve
a new color, a secret
emma jane page Apr 2018
a palm up and open
to the sky

the glass lip
of a wicked bottle

wheels that turn
toward spring

small things, small things
such small things
emma jane page Apr 2018
when autumn laid her first frost down
she did it early in the mornings
fields of newsprint
breaking stories

i could warm two pale hands
right there
right where the wires cross

how nice

i could still know
who was the wall
and who was the ivy
emma jane page Jan 2018
commune, o lovers!
follow the stars!
your manna is not yet redeemed!

stand guard, lovers!
your sweet contraband
sets tired souls to envy!
emma jane page Dec 2017
one for each deep voice
one for every remark, snide, in passing
one for each neck craned, speaking down

the furnace is fed.

one for each space taken up
one for every conversation commandeered
one for each "sure about that?"

a round in the chamber

one for each man unaccustomed
to solid-footed women
armed with nothing less than
emma jane page Nov 2017
born barefoot
lightning smack midsummer

thunder clapped from
some miles away

grey eyed child
all the better to
fill with color
emma jane page Nov 2017
no one's ever called me anything like queen
sat at a table for many
snipping cannabis leaves
shedding something else too

and the blood drained
from my face
the trees drained
down to us,
the underbrush,
the creatures trailside

when the lacquer wore off
we started shedding something else

something so transparent
must be new,
looked through,
must stand to be clouded
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