My heart sits on books of poetry

I’ll be the first to see the sparkle in your eyes,

like unattainable diamonds shining in the distance.

I’ll be the one whose arms become a tower,

a tower of comfort and warmth for such a soul.

I’ll be the one who gets to see that sparkle in your smile,

whether it takes me one day or a million more miles. 

It is a question

Loyalty, suspicion

Paranoia

There are so many breakdowns this leap year, twice the usual amount,

but you bear with me through them all, you, Jim, you with your spine

tasting like notes of honey and cinnamon, though I can’t promise

that I will love anyone less than I do you, that they will never share this bed

My best friend lived only a few miles from Andrea Yates,

who drowned her five children in the bathtub in Houston

and was found not guilty by reason of insanity.

I was born a triplet and learned the language of multiples:

how two yolks in one egg foretell either marriage or twins,

I used to starve myself for love.

Not in the way you’d think, not breaking my body down like kindling

so a man would look at it and see a burning house

with the only thing left to save being the space between my legs,

not so he’d see me as an outline he could fill in

When you sacrifice one soul For the good of the whole, You’re patterning after The corrupt government

Every soul has Equal value. I don’t know This modern perversion Of the 99%

Our continent is the wealthiest 1% globally

And I was raised with The parable Of leaving 99 sheep To rescue One lost lamb

The Hopeful Dress

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