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 May 2014 marina
brooke
in the same way you
told me that no one
would ever love me
as much as you, no
one will ever tape
pink and red streamers
to your ceiling and wait
three hours for you to
come home






(not in the way I did, at least)
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 May 2014 marina
brooke
Spaces.
 May 2014 marina
brooke
we are children riddled
with holes that we hasten
to fill, but it's okay to have
ditches, to have pits, caverns
pinholes, dots.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 May 2014 marina
brooke
party.
 May 2014 marina
brooke
somewhere we're at the dinner table together



and the scene pans in on your arm stretched
across the dishes, the noise fades in but you are
not lost in the chatter, the camera assumes position
of an all-seeing eye, except it is both you and me and
everyone, the drifting lens lands on my fingers, my shoulder
the bottom of my chin, I'm all a blurred face in the dim party
lights, hair awash with the leaves and the plastic clatter of plates
but you focus in and so do I, because it's me and you and everyone



somewhere we sit together at a dinner table.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 May 2014 marina
hkr
loving a poet.
 May 2014 marina
hkr
i was a poet.
my words
counted
structured
organized
picked and chosen
so carefully
i stifled my heart
in the process
but i loved you --
-- silently
from the bottom of coffee cups
in the transactions of homework
[your spanish, my english]
and my phone history;
all those calls i missed
hitting the mute button
when you played piano
and you understood
you knew my words
didn't say much at all.

but i am a poet.
and fifteen months
after my words were too late
he fell for them, instead
the counting
their structure
my organization
i picked and i chose
like a calculator
starving my heart
in the process
but he loved me --
-- gullibly
from the bottom of his heart
in the middle of the night
never mind my phone history;
all those drunk calls i made
to you
feeding him pretty words
so he could love me
because he didn't understand
he didn't know my words
didn't say much at all.
 May 2014 marina
Megan Grace
I
love
y o u
m o s t
because
you  look
at me like I
am  someone
worth knowing.
 May 2014 marina
blair asher
iii
 May 2014 marina
blair asher
iii
i.** take a lesson from the way watercolor paint bleeds through notebook paper
ii. if i lose my mind and we lose our clothes i promise to never lose our hands and i hope you never hate me when the sun is up
iii. you made your bed now lay in mine
iv. my death wish is you telling me that you're sorry over and over again
v. all of these streetlights won't stop staring at me
vi. your eyelids, someone wants to kiss those and no it's not me okay it is
vii. what do you mean you don't keep all of my exhales in a glass jar
viii. i loved a thing once and then i died
ix. **** the world and then don't text it back the morning after
x. **** your love is my benzodiazepine
xi. are we making love or sulfuric acid
xii. how it is vs. how i want it to be vs. how it should actually be
xiii. oh, you didn't hear? your raspy screams and hollowed eyes aren't enough anymore
xiv. and now every car crash sounds like the last time you ever said my name
xv. pretty sure i have john f. kennedy's brain
xvi. you whispered "i love you" and it sounds more like an apology than anything
xvii. i have no poetry left inside of me, just a lot of white paint
xviii. accidentally bashed my head into a wall on purpose today and yes, i still have a mind and yes, you're still on it
 May 2014 marina
blair asher
iv
 May 2014 marina
blair asher
iv
up close, you started to be 
less than enough; i saw the 
love you gave me and wanted
 more and i’ve never spoken 
words that tasted more like 
regret than our last goodbye
—i was wrong, but 
every time i look for the same 
regret on your face, all i see is wellness and moving on
it's a good thing that we didn't try harder
 May 2014 marina
mc
Midas
 May 2014 marina
mc
and I swear to god,
he is Midas
because the memory
of his hand on my waist
makes me feel
golden
 May 2014 marina
brooke
cody said;
*to be completely honest, you
seem guarded at the idea of letting
a guy get close to you again. It's not
a bad thing at all, it's just once you do
let a guy in for real you're going to be
ridiculously committed to him
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.
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