Lorene Kinsey

The words haunting, comforting,
A fragment of my past drops in
Makes her random visit
To shake my once fragile world,
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Showers down like broken glass
Upon the girl who weeps
Life as known changing fast
Cannot escape in dreams.
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Leaves of green are turning fast
Another wonderful year has passed
Bigger now than the one before
Learning everyday more and more.
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Sense his eyes peering over my words, imagining
My curls falling over the page as the blue ink
Bleeds my thoughts, envisions them blond, soft
Today he is wrong. Turn my ring back to the light,
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On a trip down memory lane
Stumbled into my past of pain
Looked for the words that stained the walls
And the homemade faces Aunt Rose made for dolls
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Had a minute to jot this down
mark our evening together.
Like to write a poem before or
after memorable occassions
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Speaks of her, the mother of his children,
The team cheerleader, the only woman
Foolish enough to ever love and leave him
With such disrespect and ill intent
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Pressed flowers or pressed fairies,
it’s all the same to me,
a dream inside the pages of a book,
screaming to bring back a memory.
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Burned my eyes like shredded onions
Scavenging through my car
Searching for a napkin or cloth
To hide my shattered heart.
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I remember how she used to tell me what to do,
Always pushing me to choose what is right and proper
Bored me with her saintly ways when all I wanted
Was to lean in for one more kiss, for the feeling to
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Slip into my office for
a moment to close my day
Slipped carefully off pink high heels
To give my pigs a break.
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I think daily of making love to you
embracing, fingers wrapped in yours,
heart races at the thought of your smile
can’t believe I have been so long without
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Wrestled as most buddies do
Grunting, elbowing and head butting too
All of us were taking turns
And I was winning as often he
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Once thought an obsession
In more naïve times
I later learned kept my
Heartbeat in rhyme.
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Early to bed for a Saturday, broken,
too depressed to be a mother, woman,
Desperate to feel loved, whole,
Wishing for desire to fill the
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Quiet, girl, you talk too much!

Tied tightly her hands against her
Thrashing body, can't sit still.
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Try not to pour my soul out anymore, to leak,
Hardened from the aching of the past few years
Never know when love will take advantage,
use the weakness that such emotions force
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I’ve seen you turn your back on me,
far too many times.
So if you’d like to know the truth,
I want you in my life.
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'dem mutts found some months ago
digging in the trash
savages of the dumpster world
now domesticated pets
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Voice whispers through the speaker,
confirmation—I am an addict again,
frustrated at this grasp, peacefully content
then instantly withdrawn as my master commands.
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