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am I your Tin lily? sn bonds
close enough to double up: I am
giving lessons to twist-turn smiles
and pulling out my hair in gauzy clumps with
great care in preparation for summer.
I'm all tangled. Talk to me,
your Aluminum magnolia, al[l] tangled up
in twist-toss dreams where mouths say wrong things
and covers are mountains, the people cold explorers
gasp water, love, and we no longer walk sidewalks to
convenience stores, holding hands.
there, you bought a full set of sixty watercolor
pencils, now I am Steel daisy spring but then he/
you named me a different color
puddled on the ground in melted sun.
slow wait and wake for intersection lights
to walk illegal days along, heel-toe
careful balance on quick-changing sidewalk edges
close enough to double up: I am
giving lessons to twist-turn smiles
and pulling out my hair in gauzy clumps with
great care in preparation for summer.
I'm all tangled. Talk to me,
your Aluminum magnolia, al[l] tangled up
in twist-toss dreams where mouths say wrong things
and covers are mountains, the people cold explorers
gasp water, love, and we no longer walk sidewalks to
convenience stores, holding hands.
there, you bought a full set of sixty watercolor
pencils, now I am Steel daisy spring but then he/
you named me a different color
puddled on the ground in melted sun.
slow wait and wake for intersection lights
to walk illegal days along, heel-toe
careful balance on quick-changing sidewalk edges
Literature
hibernation love song
wanna bury your
stillbeating
heart in the yard
kneel down
and press my face
to grass grown cool
with shades
of green
you're the wild life
like light
now strange
and scattering
the sound of trains
whispering distant
every evening
bathed in dusk
and I'm just
dust too much
touch
to the back
of your throat
sunken
sunk in skin
and tastes of
settling
sometimes I imagine
you're how I'd want
the snow to be
falling
free like birds
who change back
into bears
Literature
Ndinonzi
My name is Rufaro. I'm turning nine soon. I like going to school, even though I have to walk a long time to get there, because I can meet my friends. Some of them are from other villages, and I wouldn't see them if I didn't go. I like some of my teachers. Ms Machegutu is very nice. She says I'm a good pupil, and maybe I can go to high school if my grades are good. I don't think I will, Baba doesn't make enough money. He gets drunk very often, Amai says it's because times are hard. I don't understand. Times have always been hard.
My name is Tendai. I'm 22. I've been living in the capital for 4 years now. Even though I have my A-levels, it's h
Literature
breaking up with the day
of nights when we eloped
trodden, the tarmac lax
metropolis skyline looming,
an entire graveyard
of sleeping transmissions,
bricks and beggars
and boulevards littered
bedridden with nap.
we roved the docks,
piers twisted in lumber
moaning, creaking, flexing
with the sea's insomnia
and us overlooking
its abysmal waters.
I stare her heaving bosom
as she reaches my
bony knuckles, clutches
and turns to me
with the full moon in her face,
she says,
Im late.
and I know that the
blood red
sunrise will not be coming up
this morning.
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it's too much. the words at the end, i mean, but i don't know which ones to cut out.
based partly on a dream i had months ago, but it really was a good dream so i won't tell about it.
p.s. listen to castle project. fucking amazing.
based partly on a dream i had months ago, but it really was a good dream so i won't tell about it.
p.s. listen to castle project. fucking amazing.
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I adore this.