gina prettybrowneyes Poems

there are some who are afraid to love
some who use it all up on one man, one lost cause
there are some who do not know how to
some who have loved ruined for them
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there is nothing to do, nothing to say
nothing like the nothingness of the cold
wind that blows across and about the way.
empty as the soup-filled lives of the old,
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Today the rain falls outside the window with a broken pane
The cold rises from the cellar into the floorboards
Where her feet leap to the nearest rug.
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I want to be sky
cradle earth in my arms
watch the stars go by
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It’s Mickle
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Kitten perches on the table top to peer
At the lips on the goldfish
Puckering and grimacing as the fish swims in its
Bowl of sand and sink water.
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I.
Driving down dark deserted city byway
Midnight. No one on the sidewalks but
The houseless and the club-goers
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I am from Dr. Suess books, from Shredded Oats and Jesus paintings.
I am from the orange kitchen, the library, vinyl siding,
Smell of pumpkin bread cooling.
I am from the dying Christmas plant from school concert, the arcing tree
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Up
on
tip-toes
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late morning (but it feels so early)
so hot, so humid, you can barely breathe
sitting in the soapy water mattress of my bathtub
holding the shower head at such an angle so that it
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