chelle santos Poems

the good little girl and the good little boy,
sit side by side & arm in arm in the library.

the good little girl and the good little boy,
...

this year,
i was going to bake you a cake.
not pink whipped icing
on wimpy, fluffy chiffon,
...

same common sweetness,
different harm.
much more common
than a needle in arm.
...

from underneath the street lamps
it is rather hard to see,
the pin holes in the midnight sky
from where the gods laugh at me.
...

guess what!
really?
OHMYGOD!
who'd have thought?
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sometimes, i think i'm going crazy.

not every girl's thoughts jump out of her head
between the grumbling hum of the air conditioner
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i cannot stand silence.

so give me the banging of drums,
and the clash of cymbals to scare it away.
...

just add hot water

that's how you get
your coffee & tea.
...

i am out in open sea
beaten by the searing sun
whipped by the chilling winds
...