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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Listening to Elliot Smith On Repeat
With some written cheap significance.
The Secret History or such like.
In the Cool Blue of every summer evening.
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The moon is perfect tonight.
A low golden slit
Obscured By shadow.
An eigth of itself
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In autumn. The wind whipping
Dead leaves down a grey street.
Wondering if you could just walk
Backwards. Could this be undone.
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And if the frost makes the flower
Then it blooms unbidden
And spills out
All terrible colour
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I've tasted disappointment before,
In fact I was raised
On a fairly stready diet of it.
With the occasional splash of humility
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