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I realized then that I would forgive my father  for anything, because he was my father instantly I felt both  small and big  down the rabbit hole  of love I went  falling and fighting  myself.

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You carry me on your shoulders. Through the streets of your city. In the midst of mid day traffic and you. Don't give a damn who sees. I am singing and we are laughing. I am 20. 30. I am 50 feet tall. A sky scraper of joy.

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I felt overwhelmingly uneasy. What kind of woman was I. What kind of person. To be a sheep disguised as a wolf disguised as a sheep. To be both oblivious and unabashed. The bull ruining the fine parts of Him. And to not know it. The audacity. To do more than to watch what I love burn. To set it ablaze. With my own two hands.

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Like that I had watched winter go by Every trip down and up and down again on that dark strip of highway I watched The trees strip and redress never shying behind a portier

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The clouds were moving ferociously and Much the same way something inside me stirred Not violently Rather musically Crescendo

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The underside of my tired feet and the burned patch of skin behind my thigh my belly button that sometimes collects wishes and lint He had pressed his lips to all these Sweet benediction Parts of me I considered to be beyond saving Baptized into the heart  of Him.

Amazing Grace

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We said goodbye or see you later because you hate to say goodbye so We said see you later And you cried and we pull each other in tight and I thought maybe we’d end up so close no one could pull us apart again I didn’t cry Instead I was the mast I let you be sail Stoic while you crashed and flapped and thrashed into me The winds have changed though And now it is all I can do to not throw myself into the depths of my own sadness Your face A beacon The Ithaca of your chest is all that keeps me from sinking slowly into the impossible dark blue of this heart ache Faint promise of you keeping me afloat and reminding me that we are worth any storm

Home. Or my baby just left me and everything hurts.

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How I got so lucky, I didn't know. To be defiantly warm in the face of winter. And all the other cliches that only grasp at love. To look at a boy and not wish for, but see a man. To nestle a hand in his and feel children and gardens and minor arguments. To have a lover who rest their head against yours and feels the same. What bliss. What grace. What a blessing, to be fully loved.

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You just grew. So tall. And. Strong. And. Beautiful. Your roots pushed through the clay pot of my heart. And I stand in awe. Of what the Lord has made of your sweet earth. Even now I am trying to wrap around you. Like ivy curling between your toes. Stretching across your back. Anywhere there is room for me is the sweetest place to be. I will grow toward the light in your eyes when you smile. I will lean in. Oh. To be sun kissed.

On Watching a Boy Sprout to Man.

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Early October glory. Mornings brisk but afternoons simply unable to make up their minds. Autumn always hurts. The fall is never grace. Away in a corner I have carved for myself. This bitterness. This cold dark thing. I cannot gouge out. It makes me sick. To carry such ugly around all day. My knees like the wind are an aching. My whole body falters under the heaviness in my belly. I think of October. Such disdain. Despite such hauntingly beautiful days. I think of death and children playing. Dressing as things they would usually cower from. I think of pumpkins. Of thick skin. Of rind scraped clean. Hallow. How nice it must be. To be emptied.

October got me shook.

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So I will wear your sweater. And clutch tight to memories of you. Not clutch. Instead pull over. Instead shroud. Instead wrap around. While you go. And live your life. And laugh your laugh. And make memories I will never see. Only. Hear about years from now.

This bitterness is so cold. I can't seem to get warm.

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And what if. Just like that. Everything could change.

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I want to trust you. I do. I want to believe what you promised but. Every man in my family has been a wolf in wolf’s clothing. They have all unapologetically eaten their women’s hearts. And when they were finished they sucked the bones. Every woman. I know. Is a carcass. A rotting shell. Their bodies reek of the decisions they made. Their choice to stay. I can’t carry the curse. You know. Please understand. I was born to prove love is solid. Something you can hold in your hands. In my family. All the women are fools. In love. The selflessness of them. The bravery. To crack open their own ribs for what they know will ruin them. The way they gave gave gave gave until they ran dry. Until they were all that was left. How they then made a meal of themselves I will never understand. You know I can’t be that woman. Please. Don’t make me.

Trust Issues.

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All I know is. I grew up so fast. My body bloomed into womanhood so. All at once. That I didn't know where to put all. The new parts of me. One day my body bleeds whenever it feel like it. The next day my body feel like it every third week of the month. How beautiful. The way the splayed belly of a grandfather clock is beautiful. How glorious. To have a body that pushes out what it no longer needs. What grace to know the difference. Even now. Womanhood draped over my shoulders like a thing from my grandmother's closet. When will I feel. Woman. Like a burning in my chest. When will the rest of me. Fill into this grown girl body.

When Will Woman Come?

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I had a dream that you touched me again So gingerly so with reverence that my insides felt like dust floating through sunlight The fold of my body Perfect flower Where I open and close now only For you Your touch is spring time Even in my dreams I belong to you Winter has lasted my whole life Under your early bright I bloom

Spring Awakening.

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How they were sleeping would say all that needed to be said. If someone fell asleep on the floor and someone on the bed then things were over for good. If they both slept on the bed they were giving it go for old times sake and in the morning they would remember. But if they both fell asleep on the floor. They would have acknowledged what a mess they had made. They would have sat down where they were and tried to fix it. They would have fallen asleep that way. Hope nestled between them.

09/07/15 2:16am

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The day my parents said Ya. My brother left the house in order to breathe. My mother couldn't look at us. My father cried for the first time since his mother died. I left after my brother. I kept looking back at the house behind me. The house that no longer looked like mine. How minutes had melted walls. How a single sentence shook foundation. The house was a monster.a Twisted funhouse distorting every memory conceived within it's walls. It was something I could not get away from fast enough. Even now. Sitting in it I see an apple rotting. Slow then like mad. I see bits of memories begin to decompose. A time lapse of death. I try my best to salvage what we planted. The air gets to everything. Nothing left unscathed. The house falls in on itself. Too much. Too much. Everything gives way.

09/06/15 10:18pm

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