#217
Every star has
a name because of you.
Happy birthday, baby.
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#218
You and me, we sit flush
in dark corners, making
love with word secrets.
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#219
You are too beautiful —
you make me forget my
life has a motion.
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#220
Each day, the same small
spaces, old light. I bruise myself
overcoming.
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#221
She writes me poems.
I count syllables, pretend
they’re notches of spine.
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#222
I’m searching for you
in the bodies of others —
flesh made sacrosanct.
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aw. this makes me want to be your girlfriend. when we’re roomies will you write me haiku about doing my dishes and feeding boofie?
You practically are my girlfriend at this point, Jamie. So yes, expect platonic, co-habitating haiku in your future.
Dear Anna,
i find your blog fascinating and interesting. It intrigues me! Your sense of humour tickles me. Keep writing!
Have a good week ahead =)
i wish i could ‘like’ this a million times.
🙂
Thanks Page! You too.
I love you more every day!!! You are a sensitive and beautiful spirit. Love, Mom.
Your Mom…!
Got it right. Me too, and ditto.
I REALLY like #220. Looking forward to displaying the book of these on my coffee table some day. When we have a coffee table, and you have the book.