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you have nursed Zeus from infancy
shielding him from his father's teeth
and creating permanence on his tongue
for honeycomb and nectarine
and men learned to veer away
from preying on flesh,
substituting wild for weary
traveller, civilization
on the cusp of building
homes golden for shelter:
and all they ever know
is to run away from fear
of the pain you might cause
even though they know full well
that it would hurt you too.
it has always been
refreshing, to find someone
so unafraid of you.
love, know that sunflowers
only bloom because of you
and your flight patterns.
that you produce elixirs
for healing, for protection,
for warmth, for light,
for the simple joy
of sweetness.
you have suffered the wrath
of Cronus for defiance
the envy of neighbors
and death from unswerving loyalty
to the silence of goddesses -
and your skin is only evidence
to the promises of continuous rebirth:
you are the rule of queens
and dedication. the unpredictable
combination of venom
and saccharine - dangerous,
golden, and so full of life.
shielding him from his father's teeth
and creating permanence on his tongue
for honeycomb and nectarine
and men learned to veer away
from preying on flesh,
substituting wild for weary
traveller, civilization
on the cusp of building
homes golden for shelter:
and all they ever know
is to run away from fear
of the pain you might cause
even though they know full well
that it would hurt you too.
it has always been
refreshing, to find someone
so unafraid of you.
love, know that sunflowers
only bloom because of you
and your flight patterns.
that you produce elixirs
for healing, for protection,
for warmth, for light,
for the simple joy
of sweetness.
you have suffered the wrath
of Cronus for defiance
the envy of neighbors
and death from unswerving loyalty
to the silence of goddesses -
and your skin is only evidence
to the promises of continuous rebirth:
you are the rule of queens
and dedication. the unpredictable
combination of venom
and saccharine - dangerous,
golden, and so full of life.
Literature
Lessons
In forty-seven minutes I will be twenty-one years old and my throat is tight with this notion
that every passing moment is a boat taking me further from the boy on the side of the road.
I am terrified of the swelling tide of time, the ripples I will create,
the creases that will be etched into my face
without the laughter lines I know he would have left and
one day someone will ask me how many siblings I have and I will hesitate
because he will be so distant and I can feel it coming.
I never intended to swim without him, but
I am drowning under the weight of pocket-stone-people,
the ones I love who he has never met and won't ever meet
and it
Literature
Breaking
One day, you will open the cupboard
to find a wine glass or some Tupperware
and the world will, without warning
or alarm, roll off the edge of the shelf
and coming crashing down.
The oceans will splash onto the linoleum,
onto the rug. All the dust in all the deserts
will rain down onto the couch and coffee table,
the hills will crumble, the mountains will break,
all the windows in all the cities will shatter
and fall, a thousand dangerous miles of glass
glittering on your kitchen floor.
Everything will hush.
Exhale the breath you are holding,
and go look for a dust pan, for a broom.
Literature
tree
It is okay to be getting your hair trimmed for the first time in eighteen months.
It is fine to let yourself inflate a sad story and then another,
like pink gum bubbles
In the direction of anyone who will listen.
You can now chew over the last year and a half of your life
from a distance, when you’re at the hairdressers,
after she notices the short patches by your sideburns with an inquisitive look.
You can hold back the tears with relative ease,
as if telling of someone else’s illness,
rolling the grief around in your mouth like a gobstopper
whist her acrylic nails gently graze the backs of your ears.
You can use an entire palm
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meliza, derived from 'melissa' basically means 'honeybee' but also has roots in some mythology.
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Powerful ending. Did not see that coming! Should have.