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 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
asleep on the floor of
the tub,I am fascinated
by how detailed the butterflies
on the shower curtain are
I like the way the weight
of the water leaves a disconnect
with the weight of my skin

and my mind goes elsewhere
where i am at his house with
a cat who I name Le chat noir
because he has no idea what I'm
saying, but the sound, the sound
the sound
the sound of it is nice


the shower hisses away.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
why do we always remember the lips
the glimpse upward, the sigh, the gap
between their teeth? Never the whole
face, the angular pinky in the porch-light
the coarse hairs on a neck, the sight of a
jaw in motion, concave cushion when he
talks, never the whole body,
a single word, a single sound, a small
intonation, a rumble that stays, stays



stays.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

Think of the last person you loved.
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
he once blurred out a photo
of a diary entry, but I have
read through many things
and beneath the gaussian
he had wrote

*I'd rather be alone
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

I wanted to know him.
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
you're living on top of
the limelight, because I
doubt it's possible for you
to live under it


I'm banging my knees
on my desk every time
I stand up.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

another on acceptance.
No, I am not a Christian, rather
I am a child adopted and chosen
I am a friend, He is my buddy
I am a follower, humbly obeying the Leader
I am a disciple, carrying my cross daily
I am an heir of the heavenly kingdom
I am a steward of the gifts that he gave me
I am a servant, loyal and faithful
I am a princess, set apart and of royalty
I am a citizen in but not of this world
I am an ally, no longer an enemy
I am a soldier constantly in battle
I am a conqueror, for He has won the victory
I am a slave, not to sin but to righteousness
I am an ambassador, representing peace
I am a new creation, gone is the old
I am a handiwork, a grand masterpiece
I am a branch yielding much fruit
I am a temple, the Spirit lives in me
I am a light and salt to all the nations
I am His possession, bought with a price too heavy
The word "Christian" was initially a derogatory word and it is becoming again so recently. Christians are usually portrayed as legalistic hypocrites especially in popular media and I mostly blame this on the people who have forgotten that Christianity is something that is more of a relationship than a religion, and more of "doing" than "being".
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
How do I love the
way my skin lays
how my skin folds
the way that it bends
the way that it holds
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
i used to think
of you in ragged
edges and now
so gently as
the music
clicks
away.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.
 Jan 2014 Sofia Paderes
Chris
Shallow relationships exhaust me.
Unpack the bags under your eyes
and let me stay a little while.
not poetry
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