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poem… about histories and being a quiet person who thinks a lotttt. too much
gay cowboy love poem
bloom
i wish i’d been named henry & been
born in a body that knew how to be
right. i swear this isn’t a sad poem.
my breath (body) is so productive.
that soft place beneath my jaw is
sprouting & i wake up every morning
at approximately the same time, greet
my body in the mirror. sometimes my
nose bleeds & i spit clots into the sink,
red warm life spilling out of my face. i’m
not much sad as i am searching,
uncovering the driveway snow,
following the animal tracks behind the
fence to stop the dog’s howling. foxtail
from my hands. i sway, smooth out.
the year lies moribund beside the fire.
i need new boots. i need to breathe
life back in. i need to watch the snow
fall, passively, & find some kind of
metaphor for growth in the grey.
yellow poem by adam b.
car poem
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this evening, i wish i wasn’t quite
as alone. i feel like the refrigerator
hum is telling me something. to eat
all the strawberries + color my nails
like i did when i was younger + less
afraid. if you were here with me (you,
always this soft shape), i’d ask your
favorite shade of orange + watch the
sky dim like falling asleep in the arms
of a lover. a love song love song love
a poem a haircut a painting. i have
so much to profess. my insides feel
like stringed instruments. touch me
delicately but with intent.
robin poem
week three prompts
1. frozen lake
2. the one that got lost
3. tattoo
4. gold tooth
5. sun (son)