Christa Lou Poems

Fly away from the sun and the pouring green meadows
Shed this binding birdsong and these daisy chains
Blink away the blue of the perfect sky—
We’re running away, you and I.
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Your skin is freckled with neon-yellow highlighter
Ballpoint ink spiders across your cobweb eyes.
When you talk your lips are coated with yesteryear
(“The wise are never good, and the good never wise”)
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When I could no longer understand the pastel language of nursery colours
or hear the whispers of the dandelions painted on my wall,
I scoffed at children who took their lives as lightly as jigsaw puzzles
playing their days away like nothing else mattered at all.
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There’s a monster in my closet
And another under my bed
Both of them have jagged teeth
And they turn my blood to lead.
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