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 Apr 2020 Renée
ASB
I could have kissed you
In the summertime
On sweet Sunday mornings
Underneath blue skies
Between the hummingbirds
And the butterflies
I could have kissed you
In the summertime

I could have kissed you
On December nights
When the sun had set
And the streets were white
Underneath the trees
In the pale moonlight
I could have kissed you
On December nights

I could have kissed you
On an autumn day
When a gentle breeze blew
The leafs away
In the middle of the street
In the pouring rain
I could have kissed you
On an autumn day

I could have kissed you
In the spring, in May
When the birds were chirping
And the children played
When the sun came out
And was there to stay
I could have kissed you
In the spring, in May

Instead, I kissed you
In a parking lot
After lots of laughter
And tequila shots
Around 2 o’clock,
Without second thoughts
Because honestly,
How could I not?
 Apr 2020 Renée
littlebrush
Hello, 6 a.m.
Today you look the the six year old
who wrote stories.

She knocks on my door sometimes,

and I live in fear of her,
because she cries and it makes sense--

and I just can't think about it.
I can't think about it.
 Apr 2020 Renée
littlebrush
Smoke
 Apr 2020 Renée
littlebrush
She exhaled, and the smoke became her neighbor.
"I came from you," it said, "I've been through your lungs.
Why are you so anxious?"

Anxious.

She looked our her window. The trees were still.
"You came from my lungs," she said,
"why don't you tell me?"

She turned to it, but it was gone.
Pressed flowers
Like pages
Of the Bible I’ve never opened
But weighs heavy on my back
Southern strains
The belt
The weight
All pressed
Flowers
In pages
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