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The men, they come into my home
loudly strung with all night’s stars,
all beer-glint, all roughly-bright;
they bring their heavy boots,
their boots and their heavy mud.
Their brassy, mirthful talk;
harvests and ale and golden things.
I have been in here alone,
excepting the dogs in their slumber,
husband,
husband’s brother,
and I have been spinning. And spinning,
and spinning;
spinning mice, and men,
and fates, and coarse
grey wool.
You clap each other’s backs,
the centre of your beings in the
largeness of your hands.
You bring the cold night’s mud
on to my floor.
I am the centre of your beings,
men,
I link you. Like a spinning wheel
I pull all threads together.
Cat’s cradle. Cradling you
in my fingers and my hips.
My tongue is sharp
this coldly wintered night,
this mudded night. You are abashed
like little boys, unlooking
you mutter your apologies
to the hounds.
All talking's done.
loudly strung with all night’s stars,
all beer-glint, all roughly-bright;
they bring their heavy boots,
their boots and their heavy mud.
Their brassy, mirthful talk;
harvests and ale and golden things.
I have been in here alone,
excepting the dogs in their slumber,
husband,
husband’s brother,
and I have been spinning. And spinning,
and spinning;
spinning mice, and men,
and fates, and coarse
grey wool.
You clap each other’s backs,
the centre of your beings in the
largeness of your hands.
You bring the cold night’s mud
on to my floor.
I am the centre of your beings,
men,
I link you. Like a spinning wheel
I pull all threads together.
Cat’s cradle. Cradling you
in my fingers and my hips.
My tongue is sharp
this coldly wintered night,
this mudded night. You are abashed
like little boys, unlooking
you mutter your apologies
to the hounds.
All talking's done.
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The encounter
I looked forward to see a dragons huge chest close enough for me to touch. I look up to see the dragons long neck.
It wasn’t a giant dragon, but it wasn’t tiny. It could swallow me whole though I bet it could.
There was a lump moving from its head down to its neck. It must have just swallowed something. I watched as the lump quickly moved down the dragons neck , then disappeared into its chest. I could hear whatever it swallowed as it entered its stomach, but I could hear something else as well.
I could hear a heartbeat. I knew it wasn’t mine, I could tell the heart must have been in its check right in front of me, or some
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Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
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Coincidence at 5PM
I saw you walking past from the window and my heart almost burst. I don’t remember which part of you I recognized first: your face, with your combination of sleek cheekbones and nerdy glasses, or your green jacket, or the way you walked in a sort of funny but still dignified way. But I recognized you, as I always did.
I hadn’t seen you for so long that I stared in disbelief, the moment hanging in suspension. The fork didn’t make it to my mouth. I didn’t have time to reach for my phone before you disappeared from view. What could I have said anyway? I would have said a lot of things, but none of them would have interes
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