Lisa Wilson Poems

There are some things
you will never get over,
like the first time
you kissed a boy, or
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Slipping through ridges of my tongue
like sweet-smelling margarine,
liquid pills slide down my throat,
lulling me into a sleep
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You repulse me
Your soft skin, your warm eyes,
the fluttering of your black-rimmed eyelids
You are an anathema
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Better to be hit
while your car is
perfectly still
Your body will soften
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On the edge of
a water-logged body,
I stew,
lampooned by
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Lanyards tighten
around my tattered
neck
Grey and crying
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How do you know
when things are going to end?
How do you know
He will never call again.
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Step One: Denial

You made the right call,
ending it,
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For less than five minutes
I saw him.
Under the stars of our wind-whipped city,
teetering on the edge of a crumbling cliff,
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