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Rae Slager Oct 2017
You don't go to IHOP
at 3AM
for scrambled eggs
and bacon.
At least,
that's not the life I want to live.
you go to IHOP at 3AM
for cupcake pancakes
with a Reddi-Wip smile
and a warm cup of hot chocolate.
You go for explosive laughter
for tired eyes
for falling in love.
You go to IHOP
at 3AM
for memories
that will last a lifetime
and friendships
you hope
will never end.
is for drowning your worries
in blueberry syrup.
For being alive.
For being human.
Rae Slager Mar 2018
some days
we need to remind ourselves
it's ok to be happy

to smile

say hello to new people
and tell them their hair looks nice

to bake a dozen muffins
two dozen
and share them with those you love

to listen to your favorite song on repeat
max volume
bass nice and high

to roll your windows down
feel crisp air brush against your cheeks
the sun kissing you and letting you know
you are loved

to scream at the top of your lungs


and give sustenance to your soul
Feed your soul
Rae Slager Mar 2018
I told him,
"I'm scared I'll drag you down"

and he looked me in the eyes
and he said,

I'll carry you on my shoulders"

and for this reason
I will be his wings
I'm feeling the love tonight
Rae Slager Mar 2018
I love you most in the morning,
before you wake--
when you are neither man,
nor lover,
nor mine

I love you most when you are.

Before breakfast
before worries
before loving

What thoughts dance through your head,
I do not know


They are.

And they are you.

And they are beautiful.
Boys can be beautiful too
Rae Slager Oct 2017
he found salvation
and then proceeded
to pull its trigger
There's always help.
Rae Slager Oct 2017
Your smile
Penetrates my eyes
And pervades my stubborn lips
Rae Slager Oct 2017
in psychology
our professor gave a lecture on synesthesia
something he calls a miswiring of the brain
and something i call love
because when you speak
your voice feels like velvet
when you touch me
your skin sounds like music
and when your lips brush against mine
they are butterflies
cotton candy
and flames
all at once
my body turns to gallium
melting into yours
and when you hold me
i am C4
a mixture of pressure
ready to explode in a moment’s notice
when we fight
every insult is a red hot pepper
salty tears burning cheeks
tea kettle screeching
fire alarm blaring
dinner burning
air filled with a smoky stench
and then comes dessert
gelato apologies
cooling our tongues
the soft tapping of spoons against bowls
(neither of us really wanted chili for dinner anyways)
we are blue
and embrace once again

I know how neurons exchange information, how electrical signals pass through the dendrite, then axon, then synapse. I know each lobe of the brain, their functions, their faults, the gyri, the sulci, synergy, rigidity; but no lecture, no slideshow, no professor, no book, and no poem can define my love for you.
For my handsome kitten
Rae Slager Oct 2017
here’s to the background characters
the couch potatoes
the channel surfers
the participation trophy winners
here’s to the where’s waldos
the red shirts
elevator music composers
here’s to netflix and chillers
the less-than-thrillers
here’s to poptart eaters
and all the plot fillers
here’s to people watchers
and silent notetakers
to sunday morning slippers
and browsing through twitter
those who relish the simple
the boring
the sideliners
and pancakes at diners
here’s to readers
and followers
and all the plain and wonderful background characters

thank you
for all of your beautiful mediocrity
because your smile may not light up the room
but it’s still nice on a rainy day
During a business lecture, our professor went on a vehement rant about how only extroverts succeed in life; I was less than thrilled.

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