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Come for me
when the lawn mower is still and cold
resting in its shed as cats prowl with mocking yawl
a world colored black and white by moon shows nothing
of her earthly devour
when heady in day she is every which way a gala of color
scolding you for your down turned mouth
though it would look beautiful in a painting vast in yellow
I would place you next to a vase
and grow wings on your scars
come for me
when leaning out the window I call your name
from one continent to the other can you hear me?
I feel somehow the tremble on this light thimble of pain
connecting us as if we were both sharing
the same space
and though we are not if I call loud enough
you may hear my migrating entreaty
come for me
as once you did and everything hurtful momentarily stopped
like a razor losing its sharp
like a hand paused before slap
I ran fast from my callous
and found you hanging upside down by your knees
eating late damsons
careless of boxes meant for our capture
you said
take a page out of my book
I never ironed myself straight
I kept my curls hidden just in case
one day they should stop needing shoes
and we can return
two by two
set over the ocean
arcing in gain
I will find you
I will sight the land
glistening in
our claim

0 Replies to “Our claim”

  1. This is quite astounding. I had the feeling that the characters transformed into birds half way through, but this is probably my misreading your complexity. Anyway it got me thinking.

    1. Oh dear Dave I can be very sentimental and maudlin! but I am glad you caught me on a day I was not guilty of either! (phew!) I do dig deep this is true! that’s why I suck at small talk! thank you so much for reading and your support and encouragement xo

      1. You don’t do kitsch, to my knowledge, and I’ve read lots of your poems. Most sentiment seems to come from psychopaths or their victims these days. Did I just say that out loud? I also fail the small talk test, by the way …

        1. ha ha ha! love it! i fail the small talk test that’s a good one i need that! yes i try not to do kitsch that’s true, well maybe it’s true, depends how we define sentiment?

  2. Relationship perhaps meant to be and known to be on a spiritual level already in existsance. You leave us with a sense of wonder and longing
    ….for something we don’t have. Thank you!

  3. I love this, especially these sections:
    “I would place you next to a vase
    and grow wings on your scars”
    “I ran fast from my callous
    and found you hanging upside down by your knees
    eating late damsons”
    “I never ironed myself straight
    I kept my curls hidden just in case”
    Also, I saw a post about how you don’t get as many comments on your poems about lesbian love. I just want you to know that I devour those as well; I just don’t always comment on everything. I’ve never read a poem of yours that I wasn’t completely captivated by.

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