poetry

Ragged Tapestries

I’m in her house
and she asks me
to leave.

“I need to write
or fuck,”
she says

“It’s all the same
anyway.”

She reminds me
of stained glass
and kaleidoscopes,

of

butterflies
with mismatched wings

and

the warm sound
of creaking wood
before it splinters.

She’s on the verge
but holds it
all together
with store-bought
glue
and duct tape.

The skin under her nails
show me how many nights
she’s spent
not alone –

but she surprises me
with the ache
in her lower back
and I wonder
how many nights have been
spent
curled against her own knees.

She tells me
that she’s searching;
wandering;
lost.

I always find her though,
her fingers wrapped around a bottle
or a cock –
it’s all the same
anyway.

She still has more sunrises
than fingers –
the problem is missing
them.

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11 thoughts on “Ragged Tapestries

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  2. trE says:

    So, in this very moment…

    I am frozen because of these lines:

    “I’m in her house
    and she asks me
    to leave.

    “I need to write
    or fuck,”
    she says

    “It’s all the same
    anyway.”

    She reminds me
    of stained glass
    and kaleidoscopes,

    of

    butterflies
    with mismatched wings

    and

    the warm sound
    of creaking wood
    before it splinters.

    She’s on the verge
    but holds it
    all together
    with store-bought
    glue
    and duct tape.

    The skin under her nails
    show me how many nights
    she’s spent
    not alone –

    but she surprises me
    with the ache
    in her lower back
    and I wonder
    how many nights have been
    spent
    curled against her own knees.

    She tells me
    that she’s searching…”

    I actually said, “JESUS,” while reading this. Clutch ending too. YES!

    Like

  3. thefeatheredsleep says:

    I really loved this. You use words like flavor it’s a melange of ingredients that expressed as one make up a favorite meal and while you can’t say why you keep hoping you’ll taste it again

    Liked by 1 person

  4. presentsurprise says:

    “She’s on the verge
    but holds it
    all together
    with store-bought
    glue
    and duct tape.”
    this is brilliant, please keep writing.

    Like

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