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[how-the-light]

Happiness fits funny, like

Bathwater that makes your forehead sweat 

Even as it holds you

Still, even as it makes you feel 

Good and safe and warm, it 

Still makes you squirm

And wish you could wash yourself clean. But 

You know there’s nowhere 

You’d feel any cleaner. 

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[how-the-light]

You touch me into remembrance into stone,

into the folds of your grey matter

you etch me, kiss away dust and fingerprints that linger like thorns,

tell me you’d know the curve of my spine with your eyes closed, seeing with your hands the way a snake smells with its tongue.

free write 6/16: synesthesia

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[how-the-light]

I’m afraid you’ll pull too hard, and I’ll unravel in your hands

That I’ll smudge under thumb like oil pastels

Or move under the microscope like a photon, uncertain and dancing away.

See, every rain before you came ate away at my skin, and I fear I’ve forgotten how not to erode.

But for you, I wish to become myself.

free write 6/10: sharp lines

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[how-the-light]

The silence and the wreckage of all the leaving stains my skin, tucked into the crevices between ever breath, and when you kiss me then roll over, the bruises scream.

I want you tangled in my hair like sea spray, caught between my palms like a firefly, feeling you twitch.

and yet I hate our bodies when they feel like lifeboats,

so I suppose I want you living.

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[how-the-light]

My quietest laugh, your small smile Our hands, they don’t touch the whole while But I imagine yours feel Soft and warm on the wheel And someday you’ll hold mine for miles

first date: 2 (b.m.s)

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[how-the-light]

I. It used to be That if I lay still, In time, you would bend yourself around me: Turning over like a wave, Meeting me quietly, My body like the shore. II.  I don’t know your body very well And I barely know my own, But I have built myself a home In the space where the two meet. I have memorized our overlap. III.  Teach me my body, I ask. And you do, but it is strange To learn myself in your language. And there I times I forget to translate My skin into words of my own, Times I forget these places Exist when you are gone– Instead of merely being the imprint Of your hands. IV.  I am growing familiar with the roaring In my chest, the collapse Left in your wake. This is the opposite of waves breaking: The tide skinning the sand As it is ripped away, tumbling Back into the sea. Silence ringing in the ears Of the shore: a language It cannot understand.

teach me my body // bms

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[how-the-light]

The mirror shows my skin Fractured with cat scratches Like the ground beneath a tree: Grass streaked with the shadows Of crisscrossed branches. And I take my teeth to the glass Like a pickaxe To feed the shattering. I want to tear Your wounds from my body, Pick out the pieces Of your claws like shrapnel. See, I can stomach the bitterness of loss, Have learned to swallow emptiness. But my mouth cannot hold you As you rot. And my cuts cannot close Around anything you left behind. I am not amber. And you are no fossil. I would rather have no history, No cave paintings, no scars Than ever have to ask myself again Which of my cells existed before I met you. So give me the scalpel And I will carve a door to reach through And pull you out of my chest Which screams like an unhinged jaw. And there will be no homecoming Because I am not your home. For home, to you, has always been the ledge From which you must pry your fingers. And I will not love you as you practice Hating what has promised Always to hold you. No, I will only know you’ve returned By the taste of smoke, My throat going up in flames To keep from swallowing poison That still tastes like its antidote.

bms

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[how-the-light]

I read that trees communicate through their roots: whole languages sent without sound, redirecting the rivers without needing to ask: knowing another’s thirst better than your own, or at least not knowing the difference. I think what I’m missing is your humming in my head: never words, just an eschewing of the silence. you never felt far away until now. there were always roots beneath the soil: across the country, across the time zones. now you are close enough to touch, but the line has gone dead: everything wilting.

the hidden death of trees / bms

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[how-the-light]

Like so many women before me, I must learn to pick the shards of you from my open wounds gently and with love. Because before they were your wounds, it was my skin.

bms

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[how-the-light]

Like a rabbit, I fell from your jaws,  stunned & you said, But I thought I wanted you  & your thrashing never tasted like pain to me.

bms

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[how-the-light]

How do I forgive you for putting your hands all over me when my paint was not yet dry?

bms

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[how-the-light]

“the first time your voice touched my tongue it glowed

and my lungs  filled 

like jars

of lightning bugs and when I asked you  what mine tasted like you told me   broken glass”

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[how-the-light]

We're almost home when he points out the window and says, "You know, we almost bought that house instead."  I stare at the street as it flickers by. "Imagine all the leaving you might not have done, if we had."

excerpt from a book i’d like to write one day // bms

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[how-the-light]

Before we knew the earth / could even end / I knew / I was going to fall from it / And I learned how you make / every landing so soft / that I still felt airborne / long after hitting the ground / But you don’t know how / I ache where you kept me /  from bruising, and how I wish / you and your promises  /  could shatter / And you don’t know that I still bleed / from the wounds you taught me /   how to numb /   But if you did, we’d be forced /   to pretend we believed / the world was edgeless, / and freefall isn’t something / I’m willing to lose / Because when the wind filled / our bodies like sails, you told me /  this was the best part / and you were right

freefall, bms

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[how-the-light]

I used to wonder why it’s up to girls to tell blurry-eyed boys when we’re ready to jump. Why it is assumed they’re immune to gravity. Why only girls bite their bottom lips through on their way to shattering the sea. But when I hit the water first, and my ribs buckled under your weight, I came to understand.  To say you are ready is only to say you’ll survive the boy whose kisses taste like taking a hammer to a moth. To tell him he doesn’t need to worry about bloodying his hands because you’ve had enough practice sewing your own stitches to make sure he never notices the wounds.

bms

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[how-the-light]

I find your chest, the snow-dusted hollow of your neck, like making my way to bed without needing to turn on the lights. / Haven't you ever just known something?

 bms

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