Benjamin Feliciano Poems

The last time I dreamt about you, your body was decaying.
Your hair fell in handfuls from your head,
And I couldn't tell what you were saying.
It scared me so bad I woke and cried,
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I woke up saturday morning, she had spent the night.
I was content with a lazy day of movie watching and cuddling.
Codename: Suzy Q was feeling adventurous and hungry.
So we ate Grand Slams at a Denny's and drove out to Boulder.
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Taste the coffee, taste the smoke.
Stir the tea, try not to choke.
The days are longer, like summer came too soon.
I miss the cold days in fall that seemed like seconds with you.
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Sure enough I am crushed.
I have nothing clever to say
That hasn't already been said by Michael Cera or Brand New.
What does the world want with another unmotivated writer?
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Rice takes far too long to cook.
Here I sit fabricating thoughts
To try to put down cohesively.
Awaiting the pleasant abdominal warmth.
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I am gray...
Everything I do is muted and less interesting than him.
The things I say seem guided by what he wants to hear.
My eyes are thickly glazed with evidence that I'd rather be sleeping
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I don't remember being so small,
I remember a world too big.
Why did no one tell me
That you never become someone else?
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Do you remember the first conversation we had?
I came into the store to buy a purple Mountain Dew.
We joked about the array of condoms beside the register.
How could one think to purchase one nonchalantly
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It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.
A piece of my head I lost
Found it's way back home again.
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I feel as though if I write a poem about her
It will rectify my shameful inability to speak to girls as pretty as she is.
I can rationalize never having enough courage
By immortalizing her in written form.
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