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 Mar 2020 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
monster
 Mar 2020 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
turning over it's teeth to
brush the tongue
the beast, scared and revered, tip-
toes down the stair-
case. It breathes the air of the
brine down the Atlantic where
the poet once left small
footprints.

who can see such a magnificent
              hush my child,
             shh shh shh for the storm comes
star, a crocodile husk hiding
it salmon skin

lover, lover, lover
breathe it in
for the wind will knock you
dead, prior.
 Mar 2020 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
heart beats to
the taps of
your keyboards.
Math.
Always trying to be main *****
Needs to realize she is bottom *****
Don't call me
I'll call you when I need you.
 Dec 2015 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
Rooted
 Dec 2015 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
your eyes are disillusioned,

but your feet knows and remembers

what your mind refuses to.
Come on doggies we can play
The Giver is gone now we have our say
Do what we want without a trick
(You are green but so unclean)
Come on doggies we can play

Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)

Come on doggies we can play
The Giver is gone now we have our say
Do what we want without a trick
(You are green but so unclean)
Come on doggies we can play

Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)

Fire the drums straight to my lungs
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
Why.
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
we dream
not to
see
smell
touch
hear
taste

but to
*be
If only they were true
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
a little heart imprinted with beautiful words
English breakfast tea and
London postcard that never reached its true destination
an old-fashioned antique mirror

but do these things define us?
shy quiet pretty intelligent
I suppose there is a guardian angel or God or something watching me
because...
I don't know just how I met a friend like you

memories and books and cups of tea and inside Austen jokes
lovers of words and Darcy and kindness and joy
New York or London or Here
one year and 8 months and counting

when we've grown old and our backs crooked and our vision dimmed we will always have that cup of English breakfast tea with a little bit of milk
thank you
for
existing
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
excuses
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
At least when they leave

the

e a r t h
                               for good,

you could

t
e
l
l
                                                yo­urself,

that they
s t i l l
love

you.

But when they are
breathing,
healthy,
glowing in someone else's arms when you are standing

           in
                   front
                                of them,


*how the hell do you explain that
to
your
self?
they say that self-pity is the worst medicine
but then again
you were my worst habit
 Jun 2014 Sahra Maxwell
Anna
we save everyone
but
the one we love the most
.
we may be of body of solid
we may be of speed of lightening
we may be of heart of gold

but we are all pathetic fools
who

let go everyone we love
love everyone who let go
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