the sun's warm and that's
kind of like you because you used
to hold me close and keep me warm
and whisper in my ear but now
it's winter so the sun is cold and far
away and that's kind of like you too
-
it's windy today and some
girl said she saw you in town
and i'm wondering why you didn't
stop to talk to me but the wind
doesn't stop either it just
rushes past and makes a whistling
noise, hello goodbye, it was nice to know you
shall we meet again?
-
i miss you but you're
cold and too far way to keep track
of so i'm going to climb up on the
roof and pretend to be a cloud
-
it will be closer to you
my friend told me that birds just take one
continuous breath for their whole life,
one continuous inhale, and they breathe
all the time. they never stop.
i think that's pretty cool.
but then i was thinking about it and maybe
that's why they can't swim, because
they're always inhaling, and it
would kind of suck to inhale a bunch
of water. so maybe being a
bird wouldn't be that cool.
but maybe my friend was just making
it up or she had her facts wrong and actually
birds breathe like we do, in and out
in and out
in and out.
and we can swim but we can't fly because
we're too busy exhaling to flap our wings.
do we have wings?
i
poison people and voices that sound like home by Wonkado, literature
Literature
poison people and voices that sound like home
"no, that's my
problem," she said,
bitter, and knocked the
flower vase and it smashed
on the floor and she stepped
on the broken glass but it didn't
hurt her feet. she'd made up her mind
to be beyond physical pain, but mental
pain was much harder. people got in the way.
"i fall in love with poison people and voices
that sound like home, that's my problem,"
she shouted. she kicked around broken
flower glasses, but when she'd
thought she was immune to all
pain physical she was wrong;
she was only wearing shoes.
and she needed something
like that for her heart
to protect her from all
the people she broke.
lift your hats
off to the checkout girls
with tattooed backs--
and don't forget
you've nearly lost it but
don't you fret
we'll find it soon if you can
spare a minute
i'd like to speak about the time we went
off to the ocean and we found
the waves, and we walked
on the boardwalks
til voices woke us
and whispering, they spoke us
ideas to find
but don't worry
we've got time
if you can spare a minute
i hear there's places
and ideas in it,
in the places with the boardwalks
so let's go back
and lift our hats
off to the checkout girls
with tattooed backs--
this is how it will be:
we will go out there holding hands
and they will throw sticks and
stones to break our bones and then
we will smile and keep our hands
because we will save each other.
don't frown on the inside. i'm
already crying, so you need to smile.
then they will light a fire
beneath us and we will laugh; what more
could fire do to us? hold my hand
while we burn, i might be scared
underneath. you're better at
this than i am. i plan. you
smile. you're for the cameras.
i'm for the rebels. i'm for us.
and we will go out holding
hands, we will burn holding hands,
we will die holding hands. we will
be the symbol but y
light and sound
under our canopies
dreaming or awake?
smiling across oceans on our
little boats
i told you how it was
it's just so...
fantastic
look up
now we're floating,
drifting away
but still close to each other;
far from the lights
and far from the sounds
do we really have to wake?
did i ever say we were dreaming?
bedtime poems send us here
to our islands and to the sea
and to castles and forests
and places to be
with each other
can we stay here?
it's so quiet and calm
and waves make our
little boats bobble
and i look across and laugh,
quiet
okay.
it's not as easy to fight as to run
but we left them behind, every one
waited until sunrise and light
everything was just too bright
whispering to me as we stared at the stars
that's one's venus, but maybe it's mars
whispering back not looking at you
planets can't be more different than those two
i fall asleep and remember them all
i saw children die and fall
you don't say anything about it
if i didn't dream, i would still doubt it
it's easier to say nothing to you,
to be pretending we aren't the very last two
we ran away and we hid in the forest
but all i can hear is their fiery chorus
don't you feel guilty?
no.
you say you like how i'm cute, but
i swear you take the most unattractive
pictures of me i have ever seen. then you
tell me i'm gorgeous and you kiss me in the
back of the car twelve times so you can get the
picture right. you're always criticizing yourself.
the truth is i have no idea who you really are.
you could be an astronaut or an ax murderer and i
would just smile and go along with it and smile pretty
for the camera. kiss you twenty times if it would make you
happy. you don't smile as much as you used to, but when you do
i swear it makes me feel like i could be a star among the clouds.
i think you're a jigsaw puzzle. i mean
Lexy was not special, despite the uncommon consonant in her name. Everything about her was positively a specialness killer, from her average hair length to her normal clothes. There was nothing extraordinary about her. She went to average movies and listened to popular music and went on to lead a very uninteresting life.
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