Delilah Miller Poems

My body is weak and unprepared.
A baby feeding off me?
Will I survive the gluttony and vanity?
So I flood myself
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For new possibilities
new people,
new places,
there must be a new age.
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My art teacher skirts around me,
makes a Jimi Hendrix joke
and keeps his eyes down.
The paintings of red women,
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Yes, it's not what people like to hear and yes, it's bad to be cynical. But I'm allowed my moments of doubt. In any case, I'm still a total flirt.


No one can catch a break,
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It's not too 'poetic' but it's what I was thinking in my head and as much as some sanctimonious, impractical writers would pretend, I don't think in poems

Teeth pull the words back;
I've just bit my tongue!
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When is that last glimmering ray of sunlight
shining in to illuminate that last corner?
When is that last piece that actually fits right
falling into place, the puzzle-joiner?
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A smile on a glowing face.
How many people have felt content
and never said a word out loud?
How many of us tell the world our malcontent
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Have you ever seen the sky,
when it's gourging with love
that clouds cover it
and the stars
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To all my conquests, past, present and future.


My coffee cup's a lighter shade of blue this morning.
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I don't know the name,
or purpose,
of that voice climbing out of you,
with its claws digging into the rocky wall of your throat.
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