Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them

Song lingers, body shaped by its charms. The instrument, tarnished and scratched, still distinct… Soft metal of depth, built from devotion, a loneliness all know, few embrace. Upon first touch, cold as granite, then melody’s warmth wraps…the air. Strange kind … Continue reading

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To Wander

This south wind Brings a warmth Tickling the side Of rhododendrons Waiting for the fluster Of petals who fall The quickest, earliest Sticking to shoes Tracked into the kitchen   “I meant to tell [you] How I longed For just … Continue reading

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Sacred Clothing

  Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after … Continue reading

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