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Message from Writer

We can surprise ourselves.

halfway, wherever you are

April 16, 2021

half an hour, half a bite, half a life,
sometimes I feel half full of lies.

oh, i didn't tell you that before?

i guess there’s a lot of things i haven’t told you of the late

secrets i haven’t breathed in your ever listening ears
or exhaled into your coconut lotion hands
that always catch the words in my tears

did you know that when I yawn I fall into the vacuum behind my ears
where magicians find their pennies, and on the good days,

the fan is silent tonight.
it is every night.

and yet as I thrum with exhaustion,
I anticipate a reaction.

Perhaps it's the way the dark stares at me,
the way you melt me until I drip into a purple crayon again--

The moon is framed by my window tonight,
in the summer lighted on by streetlights.

Harold draws a picnic of pies, and I draw your outline next to mine

Everything is happening right now, nothing is happening at this moment.
I shake, eyelashes flutter, until I am soothed by the sounds of Mom's late night snack.

the breeze blows through the holes in my sweater
and I wish you were here to fill them, 

scraping pots, you tell me I'd still be cold anyway.

let us live together, apart, for just a second longer
just a moment, I swear

rushing water, you drag me from my dramatic waterfalls and deposit me on my bed

come back, stay back, stay here

clanking cupboards, you close the door and promise that I'll find you.
I cover my eyes and count to twenty, but you still haven't come.

Someday, you smile.

and then I remembered you're supposed to be happier up there.
guzzling the expanse of sunlit tea that is the sky.

it must be nice wherever you are, for you to like it so much.
do you have a good book to read, while you wait for me?

I’d ask you to come out, come out,
wherever you are

but you’d be a smart Alec and tell me you’re already here.

anyway, I've got to go to bed now. I've collected far too many quarters.

I'll leave the half-eaten moon on my window for you,
and toss half a fountain of change,

light a poem on fire, let the incense rise.
and half asleep, sculpt you from the smoke,
while you split our pining 50/50.
Second draft! I can’t tell if I like it yet...

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  • raidingyourpantry

    love this so much, my favorite line is probably "I fall into the vacuum behind my ears
    where magicians find their pennies."

    29 days ago
  • Odyssey


    29 days ago
  • psithurism

    re: Haha, yes! Viola gang. :)

    30 days ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    Well, I can tell you that I absolutely love it!!! Oh my, it's gorgeous!

    about 1 month ago
  • psithurism

    re: Haha thank you so much! Do you play the viola too? :)

    about 1 month ago
  • Ava Marie

    Also, I published the edited version of my comp. piece!! Your review was so helpful!

    about 1 month ago
  • Tachi

    I think you just broke me :/

    about 1 month ago
  • Ava Marie

    This is amazing!! You poetry is so good, this has the perfect balance of formality and casualness

    about 1 month ago