Category Poetry

Cat’s Out of the Bag

Skulking behind bushes and
under parked cars.
Keeping to the night shadows
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He pulled himself away from me
like the medical tape I had to use
for months after six painful knee surgeries
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Emotion
like San Francisco fog gliding over foothills
rich,
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Everyone says she fought with bravery
and how courageously she toughed it out.
She was one of those people,
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that’s not entirely unlike psychosis,
difficult to distinguish if what I’m hearing
originates from the inside or the outside.
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I dive
When passion touches heart and skin
I dive
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If he is in-between worlds when
his hand grabs my vulva without invitation,
is it still a violation,
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We were 96%, according to the Cupid.
We mixed our traditional and our liberalism
on our inked-up arms
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My friend came to me today
invoking the “client confidentiality” clause.
She needed me to be therapist for an hour
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I have been telling you “I love you” in my head
for a good long week now.
It is too early,
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I did not build a mountain from a molehill,
shoveling earth with each circulation of thought
until exhaustion set in
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Reaching, reaching always giving
Time and heart and depth of living
I give too much, it’s too much for you
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