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“never forget what they did to you
and never let them know you remember.”
-Nicole Blackman

  • Age: 23
  • Joined: November 2009


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in our apartment

a woman looks into a mirror, becomes her own reflection. her eye a russian nesting doll.

meanings of exile.

There is a smell of cocoa and cinnamon as I gather his body onto mine. Orange peels and milk boil on the stove.

snow falls in a new country, and you have forgott…

he will always remember you, like the bare outlines of a dream from which he still believes he is waking.

how to tell you this, years later.

no northern bears, no cold and naked swan to sweep across the sky. instead, obsidian, adobe, and gold…and everywhere the smell of dark wind…

how many dreammiles to where you are.

the smell of olive leaves on the wind, of white linens baking on clay streets. i send you the sea mist with the memory of christ’s hands, …

abuelita carmen has flowers in her hair.

We see their smoke rising above the trees, (Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos) red rivers of blood swirl in our wine, our bread is fill…

february 3rd, 1999.

he is a wanderer, his lips burn like a scented lamp.

consider lascaux.

crude buffalo singing to the rough maned horse of wintertime, the sound of hooves / beating into the stone, that sweet damp perpetual night.

perhaps in california, someone dreams of the snow.

he used to call you aurora, for the first time you saw the northern lights. it was on a projector, in a museum. the month was april and the…

if there was a way to you.

this is me blushing as the winter burns its way into spring. this is me writing you a letter in the dark, hoping you will carry it for for …

a poem to the men near and far.

to the balconies of stars we left hanging across north and south continents, and the memories that i can do nothing with or without.

back home for christmas.

Christmas this year is the rain and the empty strip malls and you, awake before the buses are / even running.