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Coming Out


I read that we never get
to stop coming out.
Well I came out to myself the other day,
Stepped out of my glass closet for a moment,
Well, not so much a class closet than one of those
Cabinets old people use to store their china
I am transparent, the way I hoard your gifts,
Your presents, your presence.
I never tell the ones who need to hear it the most.
Instead I let it rest on my lips the way I wish yours would
And flitter round my tongue the way I want yours to,
But I can’t.
Because I only tell you in sighs I hope you read
Or maybe see it in my gazes that linger too long
Or notice how I touch you too often, sit too close,
Smile too much.
I am transparent in my cabinet as I watch your hands
Dance across tabletops.

But I would never come out to you.
I much rather confess to strangers on the internet,
Or in ambiguously phrased verse,
That I dream about you at night
And I think of you all day
And while I may joke about others,
Everything I say I love about them,
Just reminds me of you.

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Shop Boy Crush

Do you have a lunch break, or do you
sustain on cuteness and sheepish smiles?
Because if you do, I do too.
And i don’t mean to be ambiguous but I do
mean both.
Because if you don’t have a lunch break, I
don’t really need
That soup and a sandwich I buy everyday
Just that smile…
See I’m like a plant except instead of
sunshine, I flourish on your shine
Because boy do you shine.
See I’m more like a flower than anything
else,
You know, like how they lean to the sun and
all?
Yeah, that’s my flow and I wouldn’t mind if
perhaps we could…
Pollinate?
No I’m just kidding, I meant conversate,
Oh sorry,
Converse, my bad.
Your brightness makes me a little dizzy
So forgive me if I get a little bit mixed
up,
You make my head light with your light.
And if you do break for lunch?
Perhaps you can take a break by the juice
bar
Because bar none, you are sweet
And it would be nice to see your other half
And perhaps another side of you
Other than” thank you and please come
again,”
though at this point I’m sure even though
you say that to all the girls
and all the boys
and whoever else may patronize this fine
establishment,
that you specifically mean me…
so if you have a lunch break, or sustain on
cuteness and sheepish smiles
remember I do too.
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Hands

I have become enamored with your hands.
The way slender fingers join knuckles,
Soft palms taper to fine wrists.
I cannot look away.
Cupping your face,
Clasped around knee,
Rest belies their strength.
Your hands could craft the world if they
wanted to.
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Sea Shanty

I wrote this on the offhanded request of a friend. She said that her OTP (One True Pairing), was sand and salt water. And I take inspiration where ever I can get it.

Sea Shanty
You are the salt of my earth,
Said the tide to the
shore.
Leaving sweet nothings
In pools filled with
stars
As the moon’s siren
song
Pulled them further
apart.
Palm trees with their
heads
buried in the clouds
promised he’d return,
You could hear it
in the crashes of the
waves.
But every time you
leave,
You wear me away,
The shore whispered
back.
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An Education

I want to learn the
language your body speaks,
Whispered by your hips
as you move,
Decode the ciphers
between your sighs.
I have learned the
angle of your slouch,
The spread of your
fingers
And the coil of your
curls.
There is a science to
you I have not yet learned.
I have learned the
contours of your face
The locations of your
moles
The longitude and
latitude of your dimples
The length and breadth
of your smile
Better than I ever
learned geography.
Maybe I’d map those
contours of your face
(Which I’ve already
committed to memory)
but I can’t.
To recreate the
brownness of your skin
is more motivation than three years of art
Ever were.
Writing commits you to
memory.
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Ethos

I always stay too late.
I am always the last to leave,
The one left to taste the soured wine
Passed in frantic effort
To regain the spirit,
Get burnt by the embers
Of hysterical bodies
Trying to rekindle the longspent fire.
Last to leave
And first to come off that high
Brought on by either ethers or ethos
First to sniff the stale smiles that linger
in the air
Long after the fleeting fancy
That brought them has left.
I always leave too late,
And as I totter home,
I am always emptier in the dying hours
Drained from the effort of trying to live.
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Heat

And it felt like all there ever was,
was heat.
32 degrees coupled with too wet air,
hot stickiness of flesh it incites
hot throbbing in the tips of my fingers
and the end of my toes
hot sighs with hot breath
as hot air lays sultry kisses on
blistering necks.
Hot rain hits hot pavement and sizzles
And all there ever was,
was heat.
My paradise is now hell.
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Sunkissed

The pallor of my skin mocks me.
I miss the sun’s feverish kisses
On my brow until its touch burns.
The pain means I am loved.
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Mania

I go like a clockwork toy wound too tight
Frantic and eager but sporadic and hysterical
And I love and I love
And I give and I give
Until like like a well loved toy
My skin is worn thin
And my entrails spill out from the seams.
And the pounding ratatatat tattoo
of my heart whipped into frenzy
is calmed by the panicked coda
of my hyperventilations.
We all have our lows.

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No Rest For the Wicked

Inspiration rides the dregs of a late-night caffeine high,
brain bubbles like a percolator on speed,
firing synapses are the prodding pokers that keep me awake,
inciting me to violent turns of phrases,
penpoint picks at an itch long left unscratched.

They say to hide one’s light under the bushel is a sin,
and this must be my punishment.
No rest for the wicked.