Kaitlin Van Zile Poems

I wanted to sing to you. I did.
With that look in your eyes and the sweet words coating your tongue.
It's all I could think about,
All I could focus on.
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you and
your rust coated voice,
your tongue rolling over my name, biting down on the two lonely consonants with your smile
that sound weaves through my thoughts
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we’re pulling the sweat soaked sheets above our heads
and praying that in the event of emergency

(on the off chance that your vocal chords finally sing loud enough
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5 a.m.5 a.m.5 a.m.5 a.m.

The clock in my cousins room ticks, but the hands don't move.
It's always stuck on a time of day I don't want to see, it's always mocking me. If I stare long enough the corners fray and blur. Vignette's of the early dawn. Vignette's of desperation. I want to sleep, why can't I sleep, everyone sleeps.
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Long corridors with no direction.
We’re all mice, trapped,
seeking molding brie.
Left, right, left, dead end
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you.
were always good at zippers
at buttons
at pulling apart my chapped lips
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recant the satin laced dreams
that dance between the linens
pinned to the clothesline between my ears,
sheets tangled around sweating ankles
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I had a dream
that I hanged myself
from the dream catcher you bought me
last summer.
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and it’s funny
the way your name curls between my ears
snaking like cigarette smoke
finding itself tangled in dirty thoughts
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i plucked that envelop from the mailbox today.
i’d left it in the back and purposefully ignored it.
i hate opening envelopes.
paper cut after paper cut.
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