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 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
Jedd Ong
Gin
 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
Jedd Ong
Gin
Two fathers
In black and white
Sit
Talking.

About daughters
And sons,
Dark clandestine robes
Billowing next to

Gravel oceans:

Eyes glazed over
At shadows
That drown.
The most beautiful temple.
The night brings forth something beautiful.
Bamboo trees sway with the wind,
The lightbulbs have been dimmed,
But the moon comes to life
Saying
"It's my time to shine"
And while others
Are locked up in their blankets,
I have rocked up in their gentle
And their not so gentle,
Snores.
The television
Is no longer humming with static
But instead the sound of crickets
Fills my ears with a buzz far better.
The curtains
Have long been pulled down
As if to keep out any more of the
Darkness.
My bed
Inspires clouds of thought.
Suddenly,
Fish can fly
And birds can swim
And I am with you
And you are with me
And unlike in the mornings,
we are happy.

The moment my eye lids flap open,
When the curtains have been pulled up,
When the moon has gone back into hiding,
When the snores are replaced with laughter,
And the crickets no longer buzz,
I cannot wait to say good night again.
1 am is poetry hour, I guess.
 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
brooke
i thought to myself
about how cold my
fingers were and I
tried to think of at
least one person
that I wouldn't
mind holding
hands with
and it's still
you, it's still
you ******.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
brooke
are there
songs that
remind you so much of me that they will never be the
same
(c) Brooke Otto 2013

new stuff.
 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
brooke
ah, but
light skitters
in her wake as
if her feet were
matches
(c) Brooke Otto

for marina.
 Nov 2013 Sofia Paderes
brooke
Maybe you don't count the days
because you are in a hurry to escape
me, and for a while I was too, but I
wasn't afraid to look behind me
because my feet still moved
forward.
But it's been 126 days
and my name is
still the same.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013

is yours?
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