Papillion Hejduk Poems

She walks in limbo as the rain drops splash upon her head
Thinking of her lover who she left in bed
Her tears and cry's are blinded by the rain
Mascara running down her face
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She is wire
Easily bent and twisted
Molded and shaped by uncaring hands.
She’s a coat hanger under the clothes
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STICKS AND
STONES MAY
BREAK HER
BONES BUT
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Sight,
fails at the place
where a mirage of ending floats.
There,
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Wind whistling in her hair
Tears streaking her face
There is no end to the sorrow that fills
Her soul every waking moment
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
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A teenager-
Closely watched by store security as to avoid any kind of larceny
Through his eyes, this kid is surely a thief. He surveys her every move waiting for the act. So that he can catch her and set her straight. Straight unlike her tousled bright red hair. He shakes his head in disapproval; does she expect people not to stare? Impossible
With her graffiti- colored, over- sized jeans; too wide black clunky boots to high topping it off, with nothing at all; tiny tight shirt, much to small, thick silver chains, her jewelry no doubt, make it easy to keep track of her where abouts thanks to the annoying sound they chime they look ridicules. As though enslaving her forcing her to go out in public as she does and yet, seems confident proud of her image. Security guard wonders when she’ll grow up. He paces back and forth – impatiently as if waiting for her to make the change to “maturity” before even exiting the store.
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If the sun did not rise and set
would we know of time?
If the stars did not shine at night
would we know of infinity?
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As I opened the blinds
I saw the sign post in your eyes.
I hadn’t realized
despite the clues
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The glass reflected this superficial version of a broken person
Living a broken life
Drowning in the tears she cries
She runs her hands along the glass
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