Maya Hanson Poems

Yin-yang
Black and gray
The white has slipped away
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We met at a funeral.

What a sick coincidence, right?
Life and death
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Your convoluted logic can

Throw me
off
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It's too cold to tell the truth to you
cause I'm aching at the sky's deep blue
but darling, there's not much left to do
but build this house back up.
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I strain against this cage
tell myself it's not all I am
when the weather breaks down our fences, crashes into hope
and always
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Sometimes I wish
I could cut all my ties.
Leave the light on,
sweep out the door
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Love slips nimbly through my fingers
like a dull scorching knife
Takes all I can't give
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I used to think I wanted to be uncommon.
I wanted to live at unusual angles,
I walked on unusual roads and
said strange things in strange places to strange people.
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There's a river I mold with my hands. It's made of a second or two, it's made of dark blue hours, a thought I think I might not have had if I think hard enough, honestly if it was ever in my head I think it could have been a dream of you gone missing.

I chase down things I want to say to you but they can't make sound, they chatter and don't crystallize, they flee like wild things, they'll never come out right, I'll pull back and forth on this syllable instead and take it apart and put it together and take it apart and put it together and take it apart and
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I try to find the fine line of the truth in your lies
but it's slippery and my hands have been coated with too much experience to hold it.

My memories fall out your ears like rain…
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