Angel Payne Poems

It is a weight we learn to carry
Not at an age
But in a moment, in an instant…
We bend our knees…
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Last year, it was mahogany wood tables with white linens and crystal stemware...

Service on a platter, by a girl whom you already knew, so new.... so many sparkles I could have drunk my wine from your eyes... the stemware wasn't even as bright.... and your mind wandered through conversations, conversions in places where food was supposed to be. But I can't even remember what we had to eat. Just that you were with me, and her, on a night I reserved, for us.
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I have known better than part time friendships with part time benefits... part time promises that become full time non profits. You really aren't going to fool me.

I can do better than your 3: 05-am phone calls on Wednesday mornings, better than your fake smiles with fake personalities you only meet dripping off bathroom door handles.... pose for a picture.. classy.
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I hope to be nothing more
than the lint in your pocket
the loose hair on your head
the kink in your bed sheets
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There she was, standing in the sunlight spotted pixie dress she loved to wear as a kid...
She swept the hair from her face and turned into the shadow of the magnolia tree she would climb as a kid.
And as a kid she would hold and hug anything with two eyes and a beating heart.
Caress anything with curves and the sense to feel....
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