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Sixth-sense brushes with the SupernaturalAs I Stand Today
Ode to the she-stranger, whom I never met
Yesterday, upon my knees
“Respiras,” my aura begged her
Then quietly and years ago, she-stranger did oblige
As if she wore my atoms, said for only me to hear
“You lucky, lucky girl.”
Original Thought Credit: Marty McConnell’s “FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY McCONNELL”
Unrecognized
Is my voice ever forever becoming quieter
A year ago, you’d be deeply troubled to hear it by now
Smaller, slighter, and far less full
More less of what you loved
Were I today
Speaking on the news
Inquiring in the produce department
Or campaigning next door
Don’t worry
Your ears would only find faint resemblance to some old someone
You’d not think to ask, “But who?”
Outside
So there I was settin’ on the outside stair, put there as punishment, I guess
Though, unlike most youngsters, I didn’t know what I’d done wrong
Left out to live, exposing my skin and my heart to the harsh elements
An occasional smile from a passing turtle or bumble bee sustained me
Probably they spotted my deer-in-the-headlights desperation from afar
Speaking some kindness, they felt, wouldn’t hurt any
If only they knew, scarcity would have me hanging on their every glorious word
Writing of them, strangers, all these years and footsteps forward, later
Filling in the blanks left by the one who left me settin’, sad on the outside stair
Froth
Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song
Distant
Stranger hold your tongue
And keep your distance
Should you hold my hand
Then lose your manners
Last Breath
Tho’ last eve’s plea did not compel
Somehow with that I can be well.
But oh god, to deny my name?
My death from that be slow, slow pain.
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