Sarah Gamutan Poems

Twitched muscles, eyeballs dropping
There's so much confusion; contraction.
Bear with me dense bones, it's free-flowing blood
It splatters, small blobs, and then teeny tiny spatter.
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After William Butler Yeats' 'He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven'


You will be enriched with passion
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When I treat you like a rose, it
Doesn't mean you have petals
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Like when I drown in the waters,
I know it is the sign of desperation.
Please tell me. Am I subdued?
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I aimed to assemble a puzzle which trusted its
strength on a missing piece. A day of work
entitled one part of the boat which needed
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