nothing but
wipe chin with calendar page / slipping between sheets / planes /
let’s just lay here one more time
and if we don’t touch we won’t kill the hologram / just because
i’m over it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen to me / every time i hear
that song / every time i have
that dream / boil myself down to the sweat on your arms /
reincarnate as July to watch my seventeenth / my best / birthday
from above / keep writing love letters / don’t track
the forks in the road / research desire / pray to want what you get /
not to get what you want /
the paper dolls
are ready for bed / go back to Saint
Louis / uninvest in “home”
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this is gorgeous… you’ve captured me from the very first words, “wipe chin with calendar page”
Strong poem. “Just because I’m over it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen to me”—wow.
I love your writing. I love the phrase
“reincarnate to July.” I love the idea of reincarnating as a whole month. I’m not sure that’s exactly what you meant, but it read to me as if you reincarnated to the entire month.
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thank you, that’s exactly what i meant
That last line is killer. Love your use of form here.