Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

The scarf
Is too warm
I’m frightened
As it chokes me
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You watched me
Float above your bed
I count
The breaths I take
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the hot water from the shower
trickles down my back
I wince in pain
but bathe in the difference
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“I am broken.
I am dirt.
I have nothing.
I am nothing.
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Fragmented and chased
With foot stuck in the door
Hair tangled to a branch
How to break free, break free
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You tug at my innocent heart
And I feel grinning hooks
Attach themselves
To me; I wasn’t ready.
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It isn’t darkness in your searching eyes
no, stay away from that tree
don’t perch upon it, stay on the ground.
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Your cadillac saw lights, people slipping
into unwelcomely signs of neon,
paving the streets away from your room.
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The tea-cup is pale without your fingerprints.
Tissue never meant the same,
without you being around to wipe my nightly sweat with them.
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Trace him, chase him
through his evident sneakers.

The streets are quiet,
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