Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

Poetry is getting out of the hospital
when you’re too perfect; unseen bruises.

Poetry is being mugged of pills
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Door creaks
The sapphire sheets
Level with my eyes
Pillars of figures
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Hope
Brought life
To my pain
And reveries;
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Stationary beds
Worn-out fashion
Bland machines
Same cold evening air
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Unstick
Candle in the dark
Salt on wounds
Distant rush
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I don’t know what love is

But I leaned in,
Kissed his lips;
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when exhaled air isn’t enough to get her breathing
when your hopeful touch got her colder and blue
when thirty hand-written letters meant nothing
when she took your honest utters and stabbed you with it
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I’m not lost, no
directions and maps;
I got it right here
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slipping away into the evening
she dances on tip-toe like a high minx;
her giggles break into soulful melodies
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bracing the joy
but more on braces
scraping, gnawing
at unready apples
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