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looking for the moon
"1 in 3 teens on the street will be
lured toward prostitution within
48 hours of leaving home.”
-National Runaway Hotline
you’ve always kept your suitcase under the bed
and your baby teeth in the sock drawer. see, you
were saving them — the teeth, i mean — for the
day you finally learned to let go.
escape always tickles the underside of your decisions.
you’re the skinned knees type: bumpy elbows and
gapped teeth, more freckles than your father knows
how to play connect-the-dots with.
one Tuesday 3 years ago, the moon never showed
so you learned how to pack your suitcase and went
out looking
Literature
Lunar Imprints and the Moon's Tears
"the sky's too small
and my hands are too big
to go into the depths
of the night
without the regret
of leaving." said he.
tonight,
the stars inside the
galaxy's lungs
have died
and the moon's sorrow
fills him with
every reason to
miss the sun's
warmth,
his arms embracing
her lucid body,
the outline of her shape
traced by a kiss
that
never
r e a c h e d
her...
the sky will soon
fill with the seas
of the moon's tears--
we will all yearn for
that kind of love,
skies too small
and hands too big
to go into the depths
of the night
to grow unrequited.
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midnight aches and inside strangers
every night
I wake up to strangers
in bed-
the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
stomach,
live metaphors
of the fears
tucked underneath
these sheets
the dearest dreams
dead.
these are the cups
of warmth
searching for
a heaven
in my sorrows
a chest
cradled
in the riverbed
of a throat
choking in
tears.
fingers
plucking thorns
from the vine garden
that is
my neck.
They are the ones
stirring
waking
quaking
in my blood
at night
the magnitude
shuddering my bones
without rest
There's no fright.
only a contortionist
folding and unfolding
in my chest
while the moon
hangs,
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
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I sit in my room
with my notebook, my pen,
heavy dreams, sex dreams,
and enough metaphorical storm
to pull the very physical sun
right out of the sky
and tear it in half.
Definitely one of my favorite parts, my god this just pulls you in, hook line and sinker.
with my notebook, my pen,
heavy dreams, sex dreams,
and enough metaphorical storm
to pull the very physical sun
right out of the sky
and tear it in half.
Definitely one of my favorite parts, my god this just pulls you in, hook line and sinker.