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 Jan 2016 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
I am one
but I feel like
four- the stable
Form on all legs-

How is it there in tomorrow?
It is good and I am
well and the legs of
the table don't wobble

In three there
is no resolution.
A compromise exists
and connects the opposites.

But no one sits
on a three legged chair.
No one fits in a trinity
excluding humanity

My four is my
Lord and the
Three is in me
 Jan 2016 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
You say my name when
you see my face, but
you don't know me.

I shied away--just
in case-- but you
couldn't see me.

I spell your name
like a song, but you
don't hear me.

You don't know
me at all.
 Jan 2016 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
I can feel
by myself

I feel clean hair
because mama always said
to wash it when you feel sick

No tear shampoo was a
******* lie and so
were we and so we'll be.
Sick from unwashed hair.
 Jan 2016 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
Some relief
from the
breaking bond
of oxytocin
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
I **** like a fairy
on funghi

One guy happens
to come by, and waves
ridden are quickly riddled with  

Wastewater that nobody wants beating
against itself, with wings going like mad,
and the kid's shout in the street still
the God of history, or so it goes...

If luck lies fairly
on the fun guy
Couplet progression
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
If only
the youth knew

We do not last,
this is not our life

What came after and
when comes before

My smooth skin akin to
a knowing or lack thereof
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
I'm some real
thing, but no
real poet.

It's getting awfully
blank in
here.

I don't want
to waste time with
unsatisfied lines.

I need a new, sound
love. No use in chasing
poetic chord progressions.
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
"Regular-sized Rudy?
Why do they call you that?"
"Just look at me,"

A touch of incongruity,
like a rogue ****** in
the parking lot of Rite Aid
that's like really close to the entrance

He said: "I want us to
be happy, and normal,
and I want to treat you better,"
Just look at me.
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
Like some thread
upon a line,
I can't let go

Cast seaward then
reeled in- but not for
lack of trying

The spool too taut,
a knot in twine, to
set the thing unwinding
 Dec 2015 Jevaugn
Cecelia Francis
The worst part is
not that I love you

It's in how you've
become some routine
within the familiar
comfort of us

The nature of disintegration
is erratic, and inconsistent, and stilted.
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