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1.
It was peppermint,
snowflake blonde hair spilling into gold
the foxlike amber of my skin
against her phosphorescent white.
She made me seasick with her bird-blue eyes
and stuck like cotton candy to my fingers.
2.
Her name was “Phoenix”,
and she scared me with her firecracker will.
It made my lungs into waterfalls
my thoughts and fingers butterflies.
My carbon-copy hair carnelian red
a solar flare, an Icarus, an imitation star.
3.
We were virgins,
and volcanoes. Sharing milkbox wishes
on rooftops and climbing trees like horses
instead of tiger-mouthed boys.
We swallowed the citrus-colored summer
like gingerbread and lemonade.
It was peppermint,
snowflake blonde hair spilling into gold
the foxlike amber of my skin
against her phosphorescent white.
She made me seasick with her bird-blue eyes
and stuck like cotton candy to my fingers.
2.
Her name was “Phoenix”,
and she scared me with her firecracker will.
It made my lungs into waterfalls
my thoughts and fingers butterflies.
My carbon-copy hair carnelian red
a solar flare, an Icarus, an imitation star.
3.
We were virgins,
and volcanoes. Sharing milkbox wishes
on rooftops and climbing trees like horses
instead of tiger-mouthed boys.
We swallowed the citrus-colored summer
like gingerbread and lemonade.
Literature
summer children, we were'
ii.
we carved animals
from ivory castles
floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff,
she whispered, "let's dance in the rain
on the cobblestone streets
before the singing rosebud
mutes her swollen gown.'
:
past the shivering
moon we snuck
with shadows tucked
into dreams. we were
waltzing toy soldiers,
our peace-broken holster
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it is as if you are here.
short words mean heartbeats
when you arent. and you are
bloodpressure, whether you like it
or not. next to red blood cells you backcrawl
through the trees, finding yourself
eating leaves near my coeur.
im not a sad girl
until you swim, until you cycle
over hills, under hells to get me closer.
i make myself think about anything but
airplanebridges, oceans,
the number fourteen,
parents and
priests
just incase you come back.
i fall in love with you again,
everytime i hear
you say button
or love
or sigh,
or pick up your bike and ride
60 miles west, to see new faces.
sometimes She is stutterfilled, sometimes
She is waterfal
Literature
unfold
I. unfold
We loved (oh god.) like a diagram-
both withholding and instructional.
There were three lives there.
The first and second were slipping-
the third wasn’t really a life at all.
Lanky, they hinged upon the other and
were triumphantly linked
in their ruin.
It was an attempt
at re-working fate, at recovering
a forgotten meant-to-be thing. We set
the spin of our days
to the different tick
of your pocket watch.
A fault in you
noticed the same
face in me;
and in dark places
we chose the other as delicate and
savage company.
We b
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Three girls.
Stanza one is for the first girl who kissed me.
The second is my sister, her name really is Phoenix.
The last is for my oldest friend.
Stanza one is for the first girl who kissed me.
The second is my sister, her name really is Phoenix.
The last is for my oldest friend.
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dizzying, and very lovely.