Kim Dang Poems

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31.
Who Was I To Make You Wait For Me.

Who was I
to make you wait for me.
Instead, I'll go out of my way to recognize my
relentless mistakes.
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32.
Rewind

Rewind the clips, like twirling counter clockwise to the earth's orbit
just to slow things down a bit, however minuscule.
Let me hear the reels of this VHS whir, to reassure me.
I want proof of it.
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33.
A Risky Stroll On Building Edges.

Gambling, walking arms spread on the edge of this building.
You'll snort scoffingly at my temerity, my hyperbole of nonchalant.
taking the chances with my 'all in', dealing everything whimsically, so lightly.
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34.
Engender Thicker Seams Around My Sewn Heart

Engender thicker seams around my sewn heart, for it's about to burst
If you stare through the effigies of pasted smiles, you'll notice points of return
my demarcations. you've past them.
Don't tell me about this bottle being half full, hoping I'll sip in temperance
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35.
It Takes Annums For Me To Get This Serendipitous

It takes annums for me to get this serendipitous
Like cleaving through my wild rain forest
for that five leaf clover
Someone I connect this much with
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36.
Haphazardly

Haphazardly lost in the soft twirl of this music box
She keeps on fighting, as if there's not enough
time. Each single chime down to the ballerina socks.
Yet graceful still, outstretched arms, palms crafted open
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37.
Firsts.

The call that speaks of nothing,
brimming on whisperings,
breathing into the receiver.
Delighted the airwaves connect us
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38.
The Brevity In Maybe.

Maybe there's commonality
a complementary pairing
a matching built upon cross hatching
our experiences
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39.
Easy.

It's familiar, flashes of images and we're weak again.
As if we want to be disarmed because the insecurity is almost toxic.
The fetal position in your mother's womb, locks this
cradling sensation you can't do without.
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40.
Still Wonderful.

Conviction, you say, justifies your uncertainty
And you're taking a stand to believe because it's beautiful
But it's farce to me, a world with flashing lights and it's just for show
You follow because you want someone to listen, like you're not alone.
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