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 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
September
6am
Plane hangover.
From my window I can see the
Tequila sunrise.
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
Francesca
Haikus make me feel
So confined. Five, seven, five,
Then you have to stop.
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
John
Her makeup is splattered on her face
Too much of it
Almost clown-like
And sloppy
She's insecure
Probably reeling from heartbreak

Her hair is pulled back
She hasn't been taking care of it lately
Lots of split ends
We all know
How girls like her
Despise anything but perfect hair
Her mind is scattered

She's drinking coffee
When she lifts it to her lips
Her hands shake a bit
It's probably not her first cup
Yep
She's going through something

When I approach
She looks down
And then pastes a horrific
Facade of a peeled back grin
Another addition to an already
Fizzled out display

I contemplate "hello"
But her body language speaks volumes
And tells me that whatever I say
Won't mean anything
Her minds not there
It's miles in the distance
Not even glancing back

So I walk, slowly
Away
Clearly watching too much Sherlock...
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
Lee
I remember you so well.
The way I felt that,
I alone owned
and knew you.
Your pale fragile body
wrapped over and over in my memories and emotions.
I remember the way I could find arches and curves
when my eyes went fuzzy and my fingers traced your bodies.
There are so many of you.
I want to set you all free
filled with my denied expectations
and foolishness.
My highest aspirations
and deepest regrets.
I'll bury you deep in some hole,
cold and crumpling
as I pile the dirt on your stained body
or watch you writhe and float about in some steel barrel
as I cascade down lighter fluid
and say my final goodbyes
to your gathering ashes.
I'll be rid of you
I don't want you to commemorate my mistakes anymore.
I'll burn you alive
my memories turning to ash on your frail and blistering body.
You will be gone forever;
you ****** notebooks of high school poetry.
I walk in
and throw my faded, ripped, three year old, coca cola pajama pants
toward the tub
just soft enough to miss the shower curtain.
I close the door and take off my shirt,
undo my belt, step out of my pants
and just stand there and look at myself:
my hair is a dull brown, and messed up, but I don't care tonight.
My pupils are dilated; a few too many ibuprofen.
my nose still looks half broken on the side opposite my scar.
my left eye has bags, as it always has,
as does my right- between the merging of two faint bruises;
one from a Nerf bullet impact turned sty I had removed,
the other from a zit which overtook my cheek a few weeks back.
my forehead is wrinkled prematurely
my unshaven chin and scalp both growing grays.
my collarbones stick out enough for me to fit my fist in when I lean forward.
my neck widens in the back in a way that looks unnatural.
my biceps, chest and stomach are all muscular, firm;
the result of two workouts every day.
But it is my leg that shows my pain,
shows the strength I still tell myself I have
or rather the strength of the weakness I sometimes let take over in it's place-
knee to ankle;
fresh cuts, all bleeding
each a quarter inch apart.
not the most I've ever had, but the longest stretch of my body I've ever covered completely.
and I don't even remember why.
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
Lee
S
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
Lee
S
Serendipitous
Sirens
******
Seasick
Sailors to
Satiate
Sickly
Sensual
Seconds
Stalked full of
Sexually
Stimulating
Sentences
Second only to
*** itself;
Sad for
Seasick
Scurvy
Sailors
Syphilis will
Soon
Succeed
Sanity.
 Feb 2013 Maddy Tidrick
Lee
Contrary to popular
and scientifically proven belief
s
      m
   o
k
     i
n
     g

is good for you.
I
inhale
denial
and
  exude

*satisfaction
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