Delilah Miller Poems

You hurt me.
Presently, not in the past.
You hurt me.
Your clawed words burn to slash.
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I need to write.
I think I want to write.
I hurt my knee tonight
and the blood leaked out, red.
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The clouds are pulling at the corners.
My perfect blue sky,
(pinned in place with
barbed comments,
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I am mortal and I have no ties to the immortal...
But as mortal,
I breath in death
at busy sidewalks,
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This is the time to write.
Nobody
listening
Nobody
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It's Friday already.
I've been working 10 days in a row.
My mind has fled me;
I guess it had somewhere else to go.
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If that phone rings across the other line,
just one more time,
I don't know how much longer I can keep my mind.
Because you're not going to pick up,
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Take seriously all these kids who write,
classified ' with the 'Crazy dreamers'
soaking up perception, tasting fresh new fights.
You had to remember
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You're way too cool for me.

It's the way you're better dressed than me in a loose AF tee
and aviator shades, flashing like your smile,
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Your eyes
get stuck on my hands,
every few minutes, and there they lie
to linger as long as they can.
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