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Hailyn Suarez
Poems
Sep 2017
While I Adjust My Glasses
In the kingdom of Saturday an angel holds nothing,
encompassed by picture frames.
A human trafficker bites a popped Tylenol,
Eviscerates the nightmares that circle his crown.
An optimist puts their hands up,
Envisions a tableau soothed with moisturizer.
A chieftain offers a beer to an orphaned
Child, lush with vermillion blotches.
A physician shrinks down in front of,
A simmered-out wife, head towards the door.
A gypsy considers being alone,
xenophobia resiliently grips her throat.
A mystified boy points to a girl,
Whispers inaudibly “I miss making her laugh.”
A priest begins an unimaginable service,
“My prayer is simple, my dear one,
Live for tomorrow, not yesterday.
Open your hands.
written for CW350A, this writing assignment was impossible and this is what formed
#weird
#idk
#glasses
#openhanded
#receiving
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Hailyn Suarez
24/F/NY
(24/F/NY)
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