Lauren Michaels Poems

This is Fact!
If a quadratic equation
With real coefficients
Has complex roots
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A dichotomy
My skin, pale like my mother
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We Are not used to the heat.
It weighs on us. Heavily.
Faces sheened in sweat.
And red with the slightest exertion.
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Meek now, the night subsiding
We hunch our shoulders against the cold
And troop more than traipse home.
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I found myself alone.
Feet aching, head spinning
Taking a moment to rest.
Suddenly and sadly
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Cowards write poems.
Anyone with half a gram of merit.
Speaks.
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You were just a chubby bundle.
Just a shivering lump.
Of feather scratched skin.
Soft and peach wrinkled.
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Oh please.
Take care of me.
Let me put aside
Resentment and Vitriol
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The pre-morning dew.
Has seeped through our clothes
to the skin.
Aiming steadily towards
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On the waves and the swells of an ocean
Of movement and irrepressible time,
We are carried, carried away.
And holding on,
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