Danielle Hanson Poems

You asked me to paint my nails red
and so, of course, I did
even though I hated the way
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The air is crystallizing into gray.
It's the job of some things just to cover
Anything they find.
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Salamanders drop
Tails when threatened.
Trees lose branches
To parasitic ice.
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The way your body catches the sun and holds on
The way your body is jealous of the shadows
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She's never liked fire.
Her instinct is against man. Her husband
Is all right, although he's just an elaborate beast.
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The smoke is building something large and hollow,
with a door opening to oranges.
I stopped hearing what's being said.
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I couldn't catch my soul when I sneezed last week.
The glue of 'Gesundheit' has gotten old
And cracked in its bottle.
I tried everything to get it back,
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When the spring comes, it can hardly be seen
but it can be heard.
The words that froze over months
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The trees here weep,
Their needles dropping and tumbling like thick liquid,
A constant realignment of beards.
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