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[geepeanut]

Anyway

I want you any way

You come or go

On your doorstep

Dripping wet

I’ll watch you through the window

And you’ll look back at me

Tell me to go home

Maybe if I listen

You’ll invite me in

I’ll be here

Before you go

G.P.

[geepeanut]

Star

If I could hold a star

In both my hands

I think it’d feel like this:

It’d glow and sizzle

And warm my chest

And radiate past my wrists.

It’d turn me yellow and white all over

So my darkness would never return.

And through my hollowed eyes

And between my leathered thighs,

The memory of you would be burned.

G.P.

[geepeanut]

Rotten Strawberry

I’ll throw up

If I eat this strawberry

The way it smears

Its rot

Across my fingertips

Makes it

All the more tantalizing

Whip the flies away

Focus

Sweat

Dark dark red

Squishy wet

Can’t —

Shove it in my mouth

Suck its skin

Mash it with my teeth

Dripping sour

This must be grounds for hell

G.P.

[geepeanut]

Breakfast in Early Spring

[Robert has been grieving the death of his mother. His girlfriend, Carol, is 20 years younger than him, and he often finds her difficult to connect with, difficult to take seriously. She has been overly compassionate about Robert’s loss, so that he has perceived the sympathy as disingenuous and naive. For the first time, Carol says something he respects.]

Carol looked through the kitchen window. “Oh, check out the ducklings! I bet their mama is in the pond. Gosh, the dandelions are bigger than them.”

Robert walked past her and sat at the table, set with breakfast for two. “Mm, that’s sweet.”

Carol turned around and looked down at the back of his head. She walked around the table and sat. She fiddled with her spoon while Robert crunched and slurped.

Carol looked up from her bowl. “Don’t you think spring is funny?”

“What do you mean?” said Robert, his attention bound to his cereal.

“Well, your mother died just a month ago from pneumonia, and now the bushes are pink and there are ducklings in the dandelions.”

Robert paused. He did not look up. Half a drop of milk dribbled from his stopped lips into his wiry, graying beard. After a second, he finished his bite of cereal, and wiped the dribble with the back of his wrist.

Robert nodded slowly, and then met Carol’s gaze for the first time. “Yeah. It is funny, isn’t it.”

A smile broke on Carol’s face.

“Hm,” Robert let out, and grinned.

[geepeanut]

Happiness The Butterfly

Happiness

Lands softly

On my shoulder

Like a butterfly

After a long winter

G.P.

#butterfly #poetry #writing

[geepeanut]

Divine Order

Your heart

Catches light

Like crystal,

Refracts it into rainbows

On white walls

Like some

Happenstance muralist.

I could never be so free.

G.P.

#poetry #writing #rainbow #love #admiration

[geepeanut]

Staring Into Space (What Are You Thinking About?)

God talks to me

Through shapes on the ceiling

And shadows on the wall

And clumps of mud

On the floor.

In the white morning

Gray afternoon

And the black night,

In the pockets

Of reality

That validate

My life,

I can’t ignore

That I don’t love you.

G.P.

#poetry #writing

[geepeanut]

Where We’re Going

I don’t need my body

For the places we will go.

I see them in the distance,

Beyond the snow-

Capped mountains

And listless homes on hillsides

Brown.

On some starlit night,

We’ll marry in a church.

I’ll never know the way down.

G.P.

#poetry #writing #love

[geepeanut]

Silver Sheen

Your heart’s

Silver sheen

Shows me

It is pure.

When you place it

In my pocket,

I wonder all the more

How you knew

I could keep it.

G.P.

[geepeanut]

The Spring of My Life

The birds flit soundlessly

From tree to tree,

And do their picking

In the buggy soil

When I’m inside.

The bees only whisper

In their hives.

I never see them pollinate.

Even the rain

Is novelly

Soft.

The flowers grow

In their perfect quiet

As always.

G.P.

[geepeanut]

Quartz

You remind me

Of that 1500lb hunk of quartz

Half a mile down my property.

Cloaked in fresh, wet moss

Yet quiet and ancient,

Impossible to move

From its dent

In the earth.

I could sell you off in pieces

But I’d rather know you’re mine.

G.P.

#poetry #writing

[geepeanut]

Trust

I believe in you

The way a seed

Believes in spring,

With quiet might

To find rain

To capture golden light

Despite

Sordid intentions

Of neighboring weeds

And winter clouds

Reluctant to leave.

I trust you.

G.P.

#poetry #writing #spring #trust

[geepeanut]

Her

I don’t like eggs,

But I make an omelette every morning.

G.P.

#poetry #writing #daughter

[geepeanut]

House Fire

The moulding caught aflame last night.

I sat for a moment

In its dazzling light.

What was really strange

Was how slowly it seemed

To skid along the drywall’s seam,

Like it thought I was still sleeping

So it tiptoed by.

It hoped not to see my opened eyes,

But they couldn’t help reflecting

The petrifying glow,

And the wretched flame

Doused in nightstand water

Was the last poor soul

To know.

G.P.

#poetry #writing #it’s about people who think they’re successfully manipulating you

[geepeanut]

I’m not the same woman I was four minutes ago.

[geepeanut]

I’m This Close to Getting a Flip Phone

I chase the ball

Right down the road,

Past love

And theft

And moral code.

I’ll never stop

Its shiny roll;

Still I accept this fate

As the church bell

Tolls.

G.P.

[geepeanut]

The Guilt of an Only Child

Wish my fingers weren’t so sticky

Wish I didn’t peel potatoes from your plate

Wish I didn’t steal your stick of gum

Then leave without a trace

Wish I could feel more than greed

Wish I knew how to do good deeds

Wish I wouldn’t whip you in the garden

Then go plucking out your seeds

I’m so misunderstood

I live with so much grief

Wish I could climb under the hood

Wish I could slip between the seats

You bought me this new car

I’ve jammed myself beneath the clutch

All I wish before I crash

Is that I wouldn’t wish so much

G.P.