bifurcating like a heart would/night scatters into pieces/reassembled like a girl should/be I tug the laces/of my boots and hold the shadows
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you are always
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
It’s the one about the bears and their blonde:
In their many beds I left many cells,
called my multiple personalities down
D is for dragon and damsel, diamond and diadem. For deciduous woods, their dropping leaves.
as a child I couldn’t sleep
my parents tried ignoring me holding me
stroking fingers down my back
but still I cried into the winter nights
After the failed attempt to crawl up and out
the long neck of the well, I tried telling
forty seven tarnished pennies about you
Monstrum: a sign, a portent,
From the Latin, monere: to warm, from
the root men to think.
Queen is free as a mite
in the Lord’s mystical eyebrow,
growing ears for no reason.
Once, there was nowhere to go. Nowhere
to get to. My movement through the slash
pines and saw palms was pure physical