We found our songbird dead in the kitchen, His body cold on the cage floor Next to the counter where my husband Caressed the lines of my throat with his tongue the night before. I sat at the window overlooking the street and watched not much at all The red flowers clustered inside the windowsill box The sky a…
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Feeding Creativity
Coax it with honeyed words Promises of ruin Pray it will emerge, sniff your hand with The delicate timidity of a deer or rabbit Until, satisfied, it stretches open its mouth that suddenly Has too many teeth Take a finger, a hand, my sanity if that’s what you need, I told it I have only one life to get…
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Doubt Came for Me Today
Doubt came for me today Dark as my mind on the nights I can’t escape my thoughts with Venom drops dangling fat from teeth bared Close to my face, close enough spittle collected On my cheeks as it spoke. “Do you really think you are worthy?” Its voice an unholy cross between a cat’s seductive purr And chittering of…
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OCD
If I could just get it right this time This one last time Maybe I could go out and live Maybe I could live my life the way I need Maybe the one thing between a good day and A bad day is this one last step I keep fucking up Maybe that’s the missing piece Maybe it’s the…
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The Alone
The greatest gift I gave myself Is the pleasure of my own company To find in that calming, accepting presence, The grace to exist completely. – Sara Myriad, 2022
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Stripes
The way I see it, there are two types of people The first appreciates the tiger for what it is Rejoices when the animal is alive and fierce in its element, Respects and adores without confining The second wants that striped pelt for themselves Hunts, takes, proudly displays, Not caring the essence of what the tiger was, is lost…
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A Vase or a Book
I give to others, Because, like poetry is the truth In the breath and words I exhale, I cannot love any other way Than deeply and rawly. I reject, refuse The fear of loss, becoming less. Vital parts breaking away, a final straw, Rendering me, finally, as dust. I won’t be a vase made of fragments, But rather cloth,…
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Seabirds
Today, I am soft, weak; a shell less hermit crab, You’re a seagull, beak snatching, eyes pitch and cold. Tomorrow, I will be that seabird, air-lifted, arrogant, Tomorrow is years away, but my strength is loyal, Shrieking back like cicadas just when I’ve forgotten, So, today, I say nothing, ask nothing, Nothing, nothing, Today, I say nothing. – Sara…
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My Muse is a Bastard
I wish you wouldn’t insist on waking me Early every morning, fingers in my hair, Sweet words on your lips An inch from my ear. I rise from bed, drunk, Full, ripe, words ready to spill forth; Yet, as soon as pen touches paper, They lighten, transform to cotton candy. And melt away gently in the rain, Leave me…
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The Crocodile Year
A colossus in the currents With claws drifting serenely down And green-gold eyes Seeing, but not revealing. Try explaining to that grinning mouth The merits of followers, likes on selfies, And checking “just one more” work email. We rush manically, frantically, As though we’re expected at our funerals Ten full years before the Reaper calls. Planned days laid out…
