Sunrise
I’m not sure where I end and the rest of the city begins. Today I watched the sun leak into Athens, cleansing and pretending that we’d...
Empress Indignant
Lena Drake
poetry (musings)
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Precise Between
And once you’ve finished drying yourself out, take stock of what truths you find yourself shouting to strangers in bathrooms hoping that...
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Coop
I left the kind of wedding that made you want to get married. Oaks, live witnesses to promises you were sure they'd keep. Car ride home...
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the boy with three houses
Did you think I forgot you? Velvet hands and lifts in your shoes. Took the invitation to your house upstate where I worried we'd split...
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Pomegranate
In my dream you showed up out of nowhere, pomegranate in December. You were sweet and ready, like you weren’t before. The last time I saw...
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Maria
She calls me lady as she takes my order as if I was someone to be respected. I am not, neither are the men with their red faces and...
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40 years a woman
When she learned she grew less with life but swelled with stress. When they heard they sent gifts in boxes too big to fit what she'd...
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The Wild Girl
You’ll find her on Sunset Blvd heavy eyes, lips ajar. She picks a carnation, white, from the neighbor's lawn. Her face lifts and falls,...
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Don't Need You To See Me
I used to find you funny. You’re thinner now, like each year has eaten the pieces of your insides that used to make me laugh. I used to...
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Unreliable
Forever, you say,
is how we console children
you don't believe in consolation
but I am a child
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I've Imagined
How often I've imagined your voice after coffee; the sound like scratching; the smell like desert. How often I've imagined your fingers...
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To Whom Does The Body Belong
The vastness of her legs and stomach
belong to a higher power.
She is not owner, but vassal of
her figure; supplying their demand.
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to remember your face at night
Reaching across the clammy world
to remember your face at night
the cities we've stepped on
frenzied with drink
and the sounds of love
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Color One
If everything was blue our ending would appear happier; we'd call a break a beginning If everything was red my anger would dull against...
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In Another World
In another world, you took the 9am flight and moved into an apartment on Bleecker Street, so you could tell everyone you lived in New York.
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Delusion has a maternal instinct
Dinner is ready and the weather is great and I love my job and the kids are just fine and we have a trip planned for summer and isn't that s
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the thick of you
I made this mess
in the thick of you;
the tangled, stuffy bits
with their shades
of distrust
their claws.
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Letter to LA
I arrived much obliged, having waited quite some time to reside in Tinseltown. But what I’d marveled at from afar—what I thought were...
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A matter of perspective
Do you remember me as I am?
I lean against your empty wall
or as you wanted me to be?
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When the sun is constant
Nothing breathes here, not the way you're supposed to
where you give back what you take in.
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Bad Lands
sweet boy, tired boy to the Bad Lands we go searching for eyes I can’t find anymore yellow, trumpet-shaped flowers with spines strong and...
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Stay for breakfast, or drugs
The age of, "Are you staying for breakfast," wears off, as do the drugs.