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poetry (musings)
Lena Drake
come home
And how is this the same body that bent at the small of the back, en route to the moon—stopstopSTOP—lest you arrive too soon.
Lena Drake
Easy Find
Love is a big place an easy find a quick elevator ride
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dried
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
White, straight teeth, with lifts in his shoes. Money can't make you taller, but it can buy you french food. If he asks you on a date,...
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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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Look, before
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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Souvenir
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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Enemy
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.
Lena Drake
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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Sun, constant
Nothing breathes here, not the way you're supposed to
where you give back what you take in.
Lena Drake
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...
Lena Drake
Stay for breakfast, or drugs
The age of, "Are you staying for breakfast," wears off, as do the drugs.
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