Tag: love
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the eyelash on my cheek
it’s too soon to give it up the familiar galaxy I sometimes feel beating the gape of my chest. its flutters have wings, ancient and strong and still, I don’t yet know how to make it fly; don’t (yet) know what to do with it besides know that it’s there and it needs my…
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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the Scarf
begins a vacant sweater empty, inherited wool itchy and unbecoming easily caught up, I tangle and hang by each thread pilled and snagging on every pattern every thorn I have. the threads expose my inaptitude bring light and shadow to my weakest equilibriums. I find (in time) a pencil eraser worth of footing…
santos scribes 