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Spring Lamb, Lau B.
@nosebleedclub Poetry Month Prompts 04.05.25
Dedicated to @aemperatrix

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ancient bleedings // 12.19.2018
i'm doing better than i ever have! and maybe i'm not doing well but
last year i wrote a poem about august and teeth, how the pavement
looked better from the roof of my house.
and i almost wrote the rest of this poem but instead i did my laundry and
sat at the table staring out into the sun-drenched backyard, peeled myself an orange.
along the way i guess i learned that i don't have to die to be reborn, learned how to tie a tourniquet.
sometimes a chrysalis is enough.
i think about butterflies instead of graveyards today, and my hands smell like oranges when i hang my favourite shirt out to dry.
who was i last year // charle l.

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when i saw you / you looked like nostalgia but a person / someone so entrenched in their time that i im thinking backĀ to when you could actually exist / are you a painting? / are you a snippet of a time gone past / where everything was okay and everything was beautiful / are you someone i was in love with a year ago? / two? / you are everything that ever was and at the same time youāre not gonna change / and i donāt know if thatās a good thing / i donāt know if nostalgia is good for me anymore / maybe thereās some new paintings / maybe thereās someone so aggressively in the present who doesnāt know anything about tomorrow and doesnāt care / tomorrow is important yes / yesterday is what we were / i could tell you that today is a gift and thatās why they call it the present but / Iād be lying / and i used to lie but not anymore / that was left in the past few years / i donāt know what Iām gonna be doing in the next few / I donāt even know what Iām doing now /
but i met a girl who looked like the past and walked past her / but she gave me a present
I could look into the future but all my insight would do me no good; every gazing pool is dark and cloudy and there is no deciphering an omen from anxiety.
More interested in survival these days, anyways, now that I canāt dream of peacefulness in my life, new fears are popping up like spring daisies in all the space Iāve been clearing for years.
Where has my promised love gone? Bills not yet overdue have began to haunt my dreams, forty years of forced-labor stare me down in the street; complacency dares me to keep up my challenge
while the seriousness of familial threats wait in the parking lot of my local grocery store. I see it now - I can go nowhere where obligation wonāt find me; the options are to resist or relinquish the rights of my soul.
Chey Brabo
Waking early was a gift, Lin knew, because it was then that she watched Stella in sleep. Perfect as she was, peaceful as she was. It touched Lin so deeply her heart felt bruised