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Don’t doubt that inner voice inside
the one that screams at you
She knows exactly where to go
and soon you’ll know it too
It’s not as if you ever were
All Entries
Eighty Percent
Are you okay with silence?
Because sometimes forest secrets are more comforting than anything
either of us could say
Sometimes I like to write four lines
Branches
You’re like a really big nose
or poo colored eyes
a gene I wish I could strip right out of me
or a freckle I wish would just leave
My Favorite Story
Seven years of rewinding and replaying this story
and the chrome is day-old shiny
Others have been eroded by dust and disinterest
but somehow this tale
Morning Blessing
I hope every morning
when Lady Sunshine peels open your eyelids
you feel so whole
that it’s okay to dance in the street
Waterfall Mouth
We’ve used so many words and I still have a million more.
I’ve wrapped each of them
in rollercoaster red and that iridescent color I feel every time you smile.
With bows,
Abundance
Running out of room
That’s what everyone’s doing these days
Cities swamp into the countryside
and people move boxes into empty rooms
Throat
Your type of butterfly I could never quite swallow
It’d get stuck in my throat
Trapped halfway between rejection and being true
Sometimes I wish I could fit my arm down my esophagus
Artist’s Prayer
Hold onto your tears like Grandma’s jewelry
Hang them on your wall with pushpins
so you have to face them every morning
Get drunk on your trauma