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Kate Copeland Aug 2019
Sitting next to him
feet on the dashboard
watching him concentrate
While she goes along to Stevie's
rooms on fire 
He doesn't like the lyrics
or her singing
Remember the hammock
that was Fleetwood Mac but
still he yelled at her
He did that more often
than she wished for
How many times can you forgive
and think it was his father
crawling in or the family situation
in the car to Paris already shouting
While she grew up in a car 
full of happiness off to Spain
further down far more smiles
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
She tries to capture
the world in words
to make sense of images
wavering, of queues shifting,
of lyrics sounding

and starts playing by heart
as she goes

Does it make sense she
is still so obsessed by
his love and her bitter
her light and his hate
which makes it all so

unwordable

'cause with the others none of that
'cause with them so unsubdued  

as she went
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
Who am I to keep you
away from her
The gifts mean nothing -
the trips for business -
Well it's only platonic

mmm-hmm...

Pain but I can't unfold
distrust but I play delighted
To look in the eye and -
high-stake it all is but -
Something I can't overlook

non-unapologetic...
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
She was patient, waited
a lot and a long time for
him to move to her city for
him to find a job that suits for
him to learn the language or
maybe even study and turn the
world around. This sounds all
very practical, there was love
involved indeed. Really, truly.
Living together, looking for
beetles and seeing the flora
grow. Enjoying poems and
art and each other. But
she needs positivity
a person around a plane to
catch too. She cannot wait.
More than that.
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
I like the grass under my feet
my latest gray strands
my perpetual doubts
I like to travel by train
my suitcase pocket-sized
my world full-out
I'd like to finish my book
get my head straight
and grow up.
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
The silver rippling of a lake
so vast she couldn't imagine
ever reaching for shore.

She plays nice weather
although her waves stir
roar around the rocks

he is when he
behaves like he does
which is not and he isn't
Finished yet.
Kate Copeland Aug 2019
Instead of bread the chocolate
comfort from dark matter
indoor picnics too when rain
Something she deserves
for being left alone
for building on alone
To hide at home when
Desire leaves and food comes in.
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