Good girl good girl
We have been telling
You for a while. Take
A little head pat as
Cute as third grade.
We are in the mirror
With your purple hat
And pink sweater
And you have not
Been touched with
Tenderness. So
We squeeze
Your shoulders like
A warm sponge.
We hope today
You do not look for us.
Tag: poetry
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Friends of Yours
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Stamp Collecting
It was only a matter of time. The dogs and dragons. The calendars and alphabets. The tiny pictures so easily replicable and all that confident ink. Soon, I thought in March. Soon I will give into my temptations and become a stamp collector. It is inevitable. I caved a few days ago.
There was a moment as I played with these two, rolling the rubber carefully to avoid the edges, and this must be what people mean by stamp collecting. It’s much cooler than postage stamps.
It’s not what they mean. People do indeed collect postage stamps, meanwhile I can’t remember which drawer mine are sleeping in [top drawer by the scissors, found ’em]. I’ll need those soon, of course. For ?? my correspondence ?? and for the letterhead, for the passionate red stamping I must do.
This is for my correspondence.
the dog faces the dragon.
it’s just like you to get close, then retreat.
it’s just like me to chase, then vanish.There’s more you can do with stamps than I thought. It’ll be fun to explore this new media and to add something a little extra to my letters.
Cheers,
Eva -
cue
Someone else heard this buzzing and called it a B flat.
Someone else heard Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
and I still did not come to you. I heard be the juice and
chose apple. I heard a tuning fork and harmonized hum
hum hum god the sound of my voice was blue as sky.
blue blue blue as sky. Someone else knew how to swim
like a kite and still be tethered to the ground.
Someone else wasthe ground and the quick callous on the finger from
the string. A sharp line. Someone else was the wind
twirling like a warm-up, an arpeggio clear as a flute.
As a B flat, as a summoning, as a come to me, as an
I told you my name, please hear it please hear it.
Someone else heard this buzzing and knew it
right away and knew
what to do with it. -
Parallel
Playing the violin again
I don’t know who I am with it
Do I not seem like it
Has it left me
Are the two of us together
Strange and
Incompatible? -
YOU vs. ME part 4: BEHIND
Click on the cover or right here to read part 4
“Behind” is the final chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. It’s angsty. It’s full of rage and bitterness. It’s the true spirit of You vs. Me.
Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 2: You’re Better Off
Part 3: Leaving Everything
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Eva -
YOU vs ME part 3: LEAVING EVERYTHING
Click on the cover or right here to read part 3
“Leaving Everything” is the third chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me.
Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 2: You’re Better Off
Part 4: Behind
Buy the book hereThanks for reading!
Eva -
YOU vs. ME part 2: YOU’RE BETTER OFF
Click on the cover or right here to read part 2
“You’re Better Off” is the second chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. This chapter was originally going to be a stand alone chapbook called “Almost Love Poems” but I decided it needed to be part of a larger story.
Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 3: Leaving Everything
Part 4: Behind
Buy the book hereThank you so much for reading!
Eva -
YOU vs. ME part 1: HONESTLY
Click on the cover or right here to read part 1
“Honestly” is the first chapter of the four-part poetry series, YOU vs. ME.
Other titles in this series:
Part 2: You’re Better Off
Part 3: Leaving Everything
Part 4: Behind
Buy the book hereThank you so much for reading!
-Eva
