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Feb 2014 Pluto

Morgan

i'm in love
with the way
you flip a
lucky cigarette
every time
you open a
fresh pack,
cause i know
you'll always
smoke it last
and i count
each one
as you
put them out

i want to be
your twentieth
cigarette,

i want you
to shake
when you see me
standing
all alone
at the tip
of your fingers,
i want you to
rush to inhale me
but force yourself
to savor me
cause i'm the only one,
after i'm gone
you have no one

i'm in love
with the way
you rush through
nineteen, sorry
cigarettes
just to
smoke
the twentieth
twenty
separate
times,

oh you take
a drag
and let it linger
on the tip
of your tongue,
you put it out,
brush it off,
tuck it away,
keep it safe,
you know you'll
want it again

like you
can't get
enough
of number
twenty,

and i know
in the back
of my head
that it isn't
because
it's lucky,
it's just because
it's all that's
left

but i wanna
be your number twenty

even when there

aren't

nineteen

before me

i want to be
the one you
pick out
of the crowd
just to flip
my world
upside down
and call
me
special

and i want you
to hurry through
the rest
to make it
back
to me

Feb 2014 Pluto

salt and pepper pennies

Feb 2014 Pluto

Megan Grace

salt and pepper pennies

I think the problem is
that I spend too much
time watching your
hands
for your words instead
of your
mouth.

and they have always told me a different story

Feb 2014 Pluto

one of many

Feb 2014 Pluto

疲れた

one of many

I have this tendency to weight words
before making my own judgment.
some would call me silly -
how can vowels and syllables mean so much
when they are suspended,
weightless in the air.

but do you know that it takes only a roll of an eye
for a susceptible teenager
to pull the trigger to their gun
and no one gives a **** –
not until you find them in the toilet
dead
and maybe that’s why when
you told me you were worried
I laughed bitterly

I could not help it –
could not help the resentment
bubbling up
the surface of my consciousness;
I cannot forgive
the way you throw out pretty words,
your voice laced with concern –
you were not there when I was only inches away from a knife
and I cannot forgive myself
for believing in you – inheriting weakness
that came from holding onto silver promises
in the form of words

maybe my skin is just a little too thin
and my pride is a little too strong
that every blunt word,
every roll of the eye
does not only bruise my ego
but crushes the very earth I stand on
leaves me wondering
why I should even try
because each attempt
was scoffed at, mocked by
the people I thought cared –
but each time I tried they showed me
exactly why trusting people is
another one of my long lines of mistakes
travelling down
my wrists;
my thighs
the side of my waist
my arms
but that's another story to tell
one that doesn't belong to this poem

one of many
because i have too much to write
and this is not enough.

Jan 2014 Pluto

the you in my head

Jan 2014 Pluto

emily

the you in my head

the you
that resides in my head
is the one i fell in love with.
the you
that resides in my head
knows exactly what to say
on those horrible nights
where i am tempted
by an inch long piece of metal.
the you
that resides in my head
holds my hand when i'm sad,
and even when i'm not.
he smiles when he kisses me
and whispers sweet things in my ear
like "you're so beautiful,"
or "i'm so glad i found you."
the you
that resides in my head
stays up with me until sunrise
talking about our hopes,
dreams,
fears,
and secrets we thought we'd never tell.
he lets me lay my head on his chest
while he absentmindedly runs his fingers
through my hair.
but worst of all
the you that resides in my head
is merely a figment of my untamed imagination
the you that really exists
would never do any of that.
at least, not with me.