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 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
they say you should
fear flowers for they
grow in adversity,
adapt, and face
the sun, and
when we
were little
we ****** on
the stems of gardenias
like honeybees with our
nimble, sticky fingers. And
today I learned to ride a bike
with no hands and a sweat
plastered shirt clinging to
my spine, so, instead,

shouldn't you be afraid of me?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
(but will you) love me
in pigeon's pose when
my tummy rolls over
like rice paddies and
the dimples in my
thighs are as moon
craters on that 27th
spoonful of peanut
butter, orbit on my hips
squeeze the fat beneath
my arms to relieve all
your stress, when I'm
singing zee avi in the
shower and you realize
I once told you a choir
teacher said I was a high
soprano but my voice is
so low on that ceiling
mingling with the steam
in the silver vents, don't you
know that

heat

rises?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

a love poem for myself.
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
Megan Grace
i apparently  love
peoplewithissues
do you  have any
baggage  oh  god
please come here
tomesoi can hold
all of it  f o r  you
andprobablykeep
it   even    a f t e r
you're    g   o  n  e
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
r
whiskey whispers
sound like you

a burning smokey river
-fire down below

kiss my fever

whiskey whispers-
get me through.

r ~ 9/21/14
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 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
you are
still my
writer's
block.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014


This poem had fifteen verses.
chris.
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
brooke
it's been eight months.

I pulled the clouds straight
out of the sky with that one,
brought my fist down on your
sternum, with my face buried
into your ribs, a shirt draped
over your face. For the first
time you sounded mad, your
voice was a thick alarm,

I ask you why it took so
**** long and your guitar
falls to the side of where you
never play for me like this
again and you say you're
sorry. And those clouds
that I tied down have
finally wrung off,
and I tell everyone
that I still love you.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

It's almost his birthday.
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
Jedd Ong
If we
Stepped back far enough,
I bet we could
Fit the Earth
In the far corners of our hand.

If we measured
The heavens just right,
And picked out the exact
Magnitudes, I bet you
We could do it.

Because I know.
Whether we know it or not
The distance between
Our hearts
And the very center
Of the universe
Isn't all that far.

We just
Have to find the right
Measuring tool for it,
And no,
The telescopes,
It won't do this time.

The galaxy we are shooting for,
It exists only
On the pinpricks of our fingers.
Its standard unit
Is that of closeness and
Of vast quiet.

I'll show you.

On the count of three,
I want us both to close our eyes
And whisper.

1...
2...
3.

See there?
There is home.
And you hold it
In my palms.
Hopefully to be one day performed.
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
Jedd Ong
i remember the cut
on my knee
that God once kissed,
and how it tasted
agonizingly bittersweet:
like the start of time,
the stars exploding
as my wounds closed
up, like fire and rubble
and rock spinning aimlessly
around the great wide galaxy,
and i closed my eyes
and suddenly
i could see stars again
and i could see
You again.
 Sep 2014 Marie-Niege
r
God,
**** them *******
before they **** me.

Amen.

r ~ 9/18/14
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