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ginny Nov 2014
A Nice Boy told me this:
If I was given the whole
Grand Canyon
to fill with what I love
about you,
I still wouldn’t have room.


And I fell for his words
like Abraham fell for God’s trick.

Except I wasn’t anguished,
I was only ever
rejoicing to be chosen.

And now I’m angry
and burying my fingers into my palms
until my nails leave crescent scars
and the pain erases the phantom
feeling of your hands.
And I ignore my friends
trying to uncurl my fingers and
press a cool washcloth to
my half-moon indentations,
because I’m only following myself now.

I’m not a ******* disciple.
These moons are my own;
the flag I’ll plant has my name
and my name alone.

I will never again be fooled
by the striking beauty in the cliffs and the
crevices
of the Grand Canyon —
all those baked red relics are
really just ruined land after
being worn away for years
by water and wind.

So I’ll say: Take
a stand, Abraham,
you don’t need God. Don’t
let anyone offer you
the Grand Canyon,
then make you climb it
to prove yourself.
And don’t let anyone
leave you on the highest point,
right where the sun burns you
raw in ten minutes,
dying of
dehydration
and
broken
faith.

Never give anyone the chance
to convince you
to **** Isaac.
And you know what?

Worship yourself
before any boy.
ginny Jul 2014
Some people are what Ms. Kimberly in first grade called
quick learners. They just know how to know,
even when it comes to the blurry subjects,
like love.
I guess I’m not a quick learner,
because I’ve asked three friends
what a butterfly is,
but I still don’t feel them in my stomach, and my skin doesn’t tingle —
sometimes it itches, but not because your hand’s holding mine.
Because I make lists every night before I can sleep,
but there are no boxes to check off for
the symptoms of love,
and I only take quizzes that end with an answer.
Because I don’t cannonball into a public pool,
no matter how sweaty it is outside, I only dip my toes in
a little.
Because there was one thing I was taught
growing up:
never tell a lie, just like George Washington,
and even if I’m not a quick learner,
I’ve always been a good student.

— The End —