J.L. Nash

Featherhead
Don’t call me that
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Two uncloaked heads
In a sea of a thousand and one hijabs
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Let there be none until we are dead
Let it wait until jackals scream
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Slow silent moments of longing
hang next to where I sit
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Sunday

Monday
Tuesday
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monkey gone five days food in fridge
monkey go boat lovely island lap lap waves
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darling this
position
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Although she understood what it meant to be him
She saw earlier than he did what it was to lose everything
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not sure why it is but it is
always after
that I feel
I taste
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And so you call me
now that I have given in to your
protestations, of poetry
you ring me at 2 in the morning
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My boyfriend said the other night that if I hadn’t been there
he would have eaten the tin of cat food from his cupboard.
He doesn’t have a cat.
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Everywhere I go there are clocks
But perhaps that’s an exaggeration
In each house of his family
There are clocks
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I have more clutter than you but if I filled this line to prove it
you would turn away
and read ee cummings or something like that
no there’s nothing like that
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At least it’s not on my face
She would say as if her face
Was some proverbial ticket
Could allow her to collect $200
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Eatin’s cheatin’
You said to me
Then you grinned
In my kitchen
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Well, How did it happen?
I think it was when I was feeling kind of
A little bit miserable with life and I had
Waded into some kind of
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I used to think that seeing him would make me feel inadequate
But it doesn’t
It’s like the splashing of sunlight in seemingly rapidly succession
In seemingly random order
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I do have an enormous sense of self control
no matter what the guys might think
the ones who were drinking at the shoreline bar Saturday
as I half fell into the lagoon
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it's scratching at the insides of me
without even being near
your absence has become parasitic in its approach
to my self
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Deep within foraged images
Lie cryptic clues of streets
And unaffordable books
On shelves next’ faces
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