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the villages i don't dream about

February 8, 2019


sometimes i just want to scream and
in my dreams i can hear it building in
my chest like the off color zig zags of
thera’s rumbling grief. golden blood
will turn my veins raw but i need some-
thing new, anything besides knee caps
that bruise like the earnest breath of
spring. my two feet on concrete tell
me i was not meant for skin like this
and i have always thought that week-
days pass much slower than they should.
i guess what i’m trying to say is i can’t
live without this natural disaster heart
(i’m sorry i am so selfish, i’m sorry for
the villages burnt down, i’m sorry for
the epics they will write and the numbers
they will tally and the sorries i will say.)
my dreams tell  me this has been my blood
from the very start: last night i was seven
again knock-ing down hogweed and  
holding a stick the size of a sword.


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  • paperbird

    short contest results are out!

    almost 2 years ago
  • asteria

    i am absolutely delighted by this poem! this imagery-drenched piece hits home, with "kneecaps that bruise like the earnest breath of spring," "i can't live without this natural disaster heart," and "my dreams tell me this has been my blood from the very start." i am utterly obsessed with your writing!

    almost 2 years ago
  • rainandsonder

    Agh, I always get excited when I see you've published something new! And this was equally fantastic as your other pieces. I'll definitely be re-visiting this one; the way you communicated the message and emotion here is so so beautiful.

    almost 2 years ago