Maya Hanson Poems

I crack the window,
inhale and emerge into stillness,
surrounded by sweat and tired cicadas
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Glitter between lashes settles like a mind game
She lives, dies, survives, she's still the same

She's a flickering flame in the deepest night
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Frost like your face spilling through my window,
blinding light paints patterns on my eyelids
because I'd rather not open them
and face this silent world.
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running with rabbits the wind cries don't stop
running with rabbits grass is all i've got
running with rabbits so i‘m not alone
spring rushes through me so i know i'm home
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The word crumple's a relief
to what I'm feeling now
I want to be close to the ground
Get my head out of the clouds,
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Wasted minutes, wasted space
I can never find the right moments
to tell you what you mean to me
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If we didn't come here we wouldn't have melted
into such a beautiful mesh of forgotten explanations
and the feeling that we've known everyone in this room
for centuries.
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I can taste the sound of silence
painting murals on these walls

I can wade in the stillness
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I turn the evidence over in my hands,
make sure it doesn't explode on me
as I try to subdue the premature panic
that comes with gaining and losing
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The day I met you I almost walked into a pole.

There's something about seeing for the first time a beautiful person who takes you by so much surprise that the world around you fizzles and fades to a sphere so small it could fit into a bottle on the ocean. And that's about how small I felt that moment, staring at a goddess made of gold in the middle of a boring concrete sidewalk, walking my earthly life with a slightly sweaty T-shirt on, my hair barely brushed and messy over my shoulders. But the universe doesn't pay attention to that kind of thing, so beautiful you continued walking toward me, and I had no choice but to rip my gaze off the path I was walking, which included a rather tall, cylindrical piece of metal right on the edge of the road.
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