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Author: redrivergirl

52/365

Posted in you're it

For Kate


Take careful stock of
empty. The room there is
to swim
in double spaces. Take

four strokes, breathe, take four
strokes,
breathe, take four strokes,
tuck, turn, breathe. Set

everything you’ve shouldered
out
to sea.





17/365

Posted in you're it

Room


There are houses that
we live in. Bags of
bones and promise rivers
want
to wash away. There is

time, less left
to play with. Voices,
fingerprints and hearts
to throw. There are newborn

dreams to rock, mayflies
to catch and chase
with mirrors, Space
can’t help

but learn to fit
the way

We fill.


10/365

Posted in you're it

No Body


If I wrote you a letter, It would start with
Hello. And ask about
The band.

And the letter would smile and forget
To explain things better left
Unknown.

And just before signing
The letter’s name
It would kiss you, Because
It’s a letter.

It can.

363/365

Posted in pick 52

New
vii.

Why do you insist on
turning inward? Branches
curving in the wrong
directions. Limbs
growing heavy until you are hard
to move.

At night we share
an armchair rest. Swaying with
the trains.

The newest leaves
are heart-shaped, green like Spring
and shiny.

Why do you insist on
turning inward?