Poetry

my partner sneaks me sunshine while the doctors look away

By on Apr 2, 2023 in Poetry | Comments Off

and I pocket the little rays in my gurney while they perform sonic echoes of my heart and the lines rise and fall and rise and fall. There’s abnormalities banging around in my chest; raccoons in the wall, feverously knocking, then pausing, waiting for me to catch another breath. But my partner sings through tears, her hazel eyes a constant throughout these tumultuous times spent monopolizing my care from hospital to hospital around the Greater Boston area. If Uber rides could talk they would erupt with chimes of laughter through failed insulin pods, windmilling, blurring together like the...

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The Mathematics of Love

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0+1, 1+1, 1+2, ad infinitum. 5 is where my understanding fades. Ah, Fibonacci, I wear sequins when I try to make sense of your sequences; nautilus shells and horny rabbits. Mona Lisa and the recipe for Mr. Coffee— 1-2 tablespoons of Bustelo for every 6 ounces of water are based on your formulae. When I eat spanakopita at the Nautilus Diner, I devour your golden triangle. You would think my favorite number would be 55, but it is 69, the number my sister and I shouted at the dinner table even before we knew what it meant. I don’t think our parents ever got it or did it, I never did it,...

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What a Parasite Would Say

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  “I know now what I can offer you that no one else can: complete and utter dependence!” – Homer Simpson My hostess, home, how often I’ve thought of hemiparasitism and passed. Mistletoe can perform photosynthesis if it wants, but I work smarter than hard and the name belies me. I blame the haustorium. It was so easy to grow into you that I cannot now imagine how I’d begin to grow out. And what with the nutrients, I couldn’t imagine wanting to. I’m a blight, not a bulldozer. Do you need all those branches? I spare my leaves and berries for...

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Tree and Grass

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As grass is flexible, a tree is tough: thus each endures a normal season’s wind. Another year, when one gale’s cruel enough to fell a forest, lowly grasses bend; tall, stubborn trees throb in magnificence and fight, but fail. Stumps watch the grass spring back and envy the benign resilience they know, with all their might, they sorely lack. I couldn’t help but try to reach the sky where you, my angel, lived. I loved your breeze, and shimmering in it, but was malcontent with being walked upon like grass. So I resisted and reached higher, and was rent, just as a wicked wind...

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Dear Memory II

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December snow, an unattended wedding— bridge, siphon for what no longer pertained, sound of lumbering cumulus, sludge hugging ditches, on a walk to a hidden bistro. Pockets flush with crumpled cigarettes, an old cell phone—your kiss lingered in my mind, enticing me over a long weekend to be redeemed. Song echoed in my bones— bad news, albatross, melody burning my throat, but I assented to the torment. Until you left for school— sleeping late, mimicking unwavering pines, hushed moon, your voice the music in my dream, I awoke to a knock, almost thinking I’d open the door, before I...

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In Love

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I’m in love, love, love with Patty-Penny-Cindy-Linda-Brenda before I know what love is. She is cuter than all the other girl sin Mrs. Mendenhall’s class and worth all of Uncle Dale’s teasing; pinker than Bazooka Bubble Gum at the candy store across from Wiggins Street School; sweeter than Saturday mornings, cartoons and Froot Loops with six extra teaspoons of sugar; yum, yum, yummier than homemade ice cream churned by uncles after bailing hay on the hottest day of July; more real than a bloody nose on the school bus, my first cigarette in the woods; more thrilling than coasting my bike...

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