Tag: poem
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a cigarette burns the night sky
Rubber band legs and cotton candy brains Steadfastness left trashed when I let the time pass too fast. In just a minute, the whole world can pass; while hours can drift by with nothing on full blast. I light up a cigarette in bed, looking at the glowing stars above my head. They’re clinging to…
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open hand/closed fist (felt vulnerable, might delete later)
Somewhere I read about love as an open hand or a closed fist. In the case of the latter, it makes me feel sick, like grabbing onto something that doesn’t exist. I realized that gripping is what I’ve been doing, since the first time I was scared it was you I could be losing. But…
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The Knowing
There’s nothing complicated in this thing. I just let it sit and there’s truth in how it rings. “Play it as it lays,” instructed Didion, and when I do it sings, resounding cosmic melodies. A knowing I’ve never known before. It’s always been there, but hidden behind locked doors; the keys buried inside my core.…
Allie Hutchison, PhD 