Kim Dang Poems

Frown down at me, overbearingly shaking your head
as No One Knows drones on in the background, besides my bed
As if everything's on mute and we're fast forwarded
I'm miserably peaking outwards of these warm covers and
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What happened, to our three hour phone calls.
There was a blip to our friendship and now, now
it's like the novelty's worn out.
The excitement tuck its tail between its feet
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An honest gasp, my breath's escape and diaphragm raised.
A crinkle in time wrinkles and molehill creations spring to life on both our foreheads.
My thumb and index work together to tuck away hair strands, bothersome.
The gaps between these fingers filled, automatic, like cars on highways, like traffic.
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The biggest turn on - your humility.
It's like the best of Edwin McCain perforating every one of my musical pores.
It's like making me speechless in the middle of this argument -
to voice your steady apology.
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Send me something gift wrapped,
Something honest
Something blatantly innocent
Hold me with the ideals still living within you
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Now these smiles, they remain inhibited
Behind my stretched eyelids, I'll mutter hedonistic
dreams for you. In my imaginary world, the crows
they'll continue to scream for you. So please,
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The Lindin fable
My eyes, I'm able to dismiss your cruelties.
My heart, sewn back from one shattered piece
My world, my soul, will remain indifferent to your curiosities.
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A pulsating deep sleep, I'm busy with a dream.
Held back by the weight of my backpack, by my skin's seams
Somewhere two valleys below, past a small molehill, lies my heartbeat, thumping
To a combination of active callings, like confident angels, they sing.
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Balancing...
on a string of words, cautiously tip toeing first
Not knowing behind you something is rolling forward
to knock your sticks off, so you can kick off your next verse
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Twirl, make my clock tick
Churn my endorphins into something more
fermented.
Carelessly handing out permissions to bruise me
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