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This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp.
 Jan 2015 Roberta Day
Kara Jean
1.7
 Jan 2015 Roberta Day
Kara Jean
1.7
Is it really love
when I'm just an afterthought,
and you're not sorry?
My eyes are swollen and I hope you're happy.
 Jan 2015 Roberta Day
Noah
some connections can't be adequately explained
freezing wind and gilded ceilings, mousy brown roots
on bubblegum hair
keeping a scarf in place is too hard, and staying inside is too easy
(the bottom has cobblestones)
why is there is only such thing as effortless
when the air is cold enough to burn?
(the best veins are beneath the lids of my eyes)
if footsteps don't echo there's neither point nor interest
menthol, sorbitol, glycerin, xanthan
I exhale mint when I breathe in the world.
 Jan 2015 Roberta Day
torrey
I can write you pretty words
But can I fill the void she could leave
Can I stitch it up with satin lace and fill you full of rain
Can I kiss the scars
The marks
Left on your heart from a love so forbidden
And if a love lost is a lesson learned then she could be your teacher
Your mind is scattered and your heart is lost at sea
But do you still think of me
When you're ready to be home
When you're ready to be set free
Each wave pushing you further and further
Will it be me
please
Drive your sharp words into me like daggers
And watch me bleed excuses for you onto my bedroom floor.
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