Maya Hanson Poems

There's a river I mold with my hands. It's made of a second or two, it's made of dark blue hours, a thought I think I might not have had if I think hard enough, honestly if it was ever in my head I think it could have been a dream of you gone missing.

I chase down things I want to say to you but they can't make sound, they chatter and don't crystallize, they flee like wild things, they'll never come out right, I'll pull back and forth on this syllable instead and take it apart and put it together and take it apart and put it together and take it apart and
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I am the worst kind of forgetful.
I want to remember how to know you,
I want to remember all your syllables
and string them together like fairy lights at sunset,
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I don't want to fix you,
I want to find a few of the pieces,
slide them till they shine enough for you to want them
and watch the world sit at your fingertips.
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I don't want to unsee you
but I want to unlearn you.

I want to unlearn
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sometimes I envy
the taken
because of the words
they can say to you,
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Sometimes I measure the time passing in songs.

An especially long moment with you
is the Beatles' Her Majesty.
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We stay here
with the clock ticking,

we make no decisions
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Let them be as squirrels,
timid and hiding in their hollow trees,
hoarding a supply of nuts as winter comes.
Let them be as squirrels,
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I'll be your ears
you be my eyes
I'll be your sound
you be my sight
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This is how it begins
One day, one smile
One laugh, I hope
you'll stay for a while
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