Mary X Poems

There was this
Barbie-doll girl I knew
who grew
into a Barbie-doll woman.
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they told me that walking to the shop was best
done using a pair of old trainers.

that way I’d be able to walk with
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There are times when you simply
cannot do anything.

You lay there in Medusa’s
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I open up my book of thoughts
And memories, and get struck
With a whispery clatter of voices and a blowing force:
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Fishing for wood
on the edge of my
mattress
...

I sit in the dark niches
Alone. Even darkness reminds me
Of you. Your sweet fingers
Brushing against my neck and
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When you hurdle
into your pit-painting
gargling with salt-water,
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Gut through your old
torn and dog-eared
books of thoughts
and philosophies,
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And where do the birds go
when Winter settles its spiralling hands?

And where do the worms go
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true emotions
don’t come easily.

not when trying to express
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