Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

These are scabs
as if toothpicks bore themselves
into your welcoming arms and thighs.
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the hills couldn’t figure it out
I’ll state something hastily:
the new sun and its truth
changed my ways
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she didn’t want to leave
or go anywhere in particular
with eyes on her red shoes
fringe all over her face
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a cemetery of strings
a body of injured color
painted red nails, they’re evil
patiently patting the table
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Brandish a sword
right into that big fish.

No he cannot swim,
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Come away too soon
Like a brown paper bag
A love sung aloud
Has been tickled
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Punctured nails cut through
the soles of my feet
damn these floor boards,
my fragility is exposed.
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Could she find her way
Through broken stars
That moved on to stupor
Her eyes are close
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the cold nips at my fatigued arms
losing heat to the big unseen radiator
lose the clothes, uncover the pieces
until they dropp to the floor
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These slates are stuck in class
Play-pretending a session
Of truth and its spoofs
Under an umbrella
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