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Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
tonight is for                        chain
                                             smoking

the thing about cigarettes is that they never stand me up
or tell me i'm second best

leaning against brick
lips pressed against nicotine
                                              reliable
 ­                                             consistent
satisfyin­gly self destructive:
turning pieces of me black

i keep at it
until my throat is                stripped raw
bereft of the words i'd never say anyway.
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
the moon is closer to the earth
than it has been in seventeen years

your face is closer to mine
than it has been in undying sleepless nights

and as i pretend i never burned every expanse of that skin and those crinkly willow eyes and the way your mouth moves when you tell a lie
to my insomnia infected memory

i wonder
if you recall how my face looked when we met
how my hand touched your cheek when i told you i'd never love another more
the way i tried to absorb all the sadness from your veins

i wonder
if you recall me at all.

the sublime light of the moon is consolation enough
for now.
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
i see something in you. nameless. esoteric. incomprehensible, even to me. the backshelfcellarthought

itches in my fingers

          in my words

          in my restrainted interest.

you could be flawless. despite the offsetting qualities others observe

          i see it.

a dull shade of the most lovely glow. and i am too proud, or maybe too afraid
tosayoneword.
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
great  beasts
&  even  greater  beauties

swelling subterranean
slowlyseductively
scorching
my soul and asking the very good question:

why  don't  you  let  us  speak?
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
of love being knotted to fear harpooned to hurt ensnared to limitations

i know it exists;
the kind that is

filterless

fearless

free
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
what happens to us?
what happened to you?

i think you are the beat inside of me that is not my heart

and that it does not matter where i go,

your memory shakes
in
my
hands
and my knees.


it won’t be long, love
never saw his grave,
never felt the need to.
he is not there
Kiagen McGinnis Mar 2011
what happens to us?
what happened to you?

i think you are the beat inside of me that is not my heart

and that it does not matter where i go,

your memory shakes
in
my
hands
and my knees.


it won’t be long, love
never saw his grave,
never felt the need to.
he is not there
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