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There was a beautiful woman
On the patio this afternoon.
Her knuckles were the pebbles of a beach
And her skin was as smooth and moved
Under the tides.
I asked her if she'd eaten,
Told her I'd moved away from home and
That I was in love.
She was on the patio
Because the nurses felt it was a grace
To let her feel the wind,
But her body was a cave
And when she would take no more water
Or bread, or meat
Or even chocolate,
We sealed her up
In a tin
And loved her ashes instead.
On the patio this afternoon.
Her knuckles were the pebbles of a beach
And her skin was as smooth and moved
Under the tides.
I asked her if she'd eaten,
Told her I'd moved away from home and
That I was in love.
- "Glyn," she replied – As if that were my name – "Where are we?"
She was on the patio
Because the nurses felt it was a grace
To let her feel the wind,
But her body was a cave
And when she would take no more water
Or bread, or meat
Or even chocolate,
We sealed her up
In a tin
And loved her ashes instead.
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you can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me thr
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anemic, broken, and growing up anyway
when my sister was five, she dictated a letter to me in her strong little voice
while dust drifted in the sunshine
of our creaky old room.
dear me [she said],
barney is the best. i will wear blue all the time even though i'm a girl. my heart beats without me telling it to and that's pretty cool. i think people always feel better if you tell them you love them. i will always smile because i have dimples when i smile.
love,
me.
"did you write it?" she asked, and i told her i did, every word
with the chunky yellow pencil i'd fished out of my school bag.
i handed her the letter, and she folded it up carefully
and she smiled.
when my s
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tell a lie
i. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their size
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
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About...well, it's not difficult. She had alzheimer's.
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This is a beautiful poem . . . it tells such a powerful story in just over twenty lines. Nice work!