Thursday, May 16, 2013

Sevenlings

Sevenling (Tiptoe on eggshells)

Tiptoe on eggshells
yolk spills onto the floor
where she soon follows.

She's a wind-up toy
spins like a top
unravels at the seams.

You can't fix what's wrong with her.

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Sevenling (The door shut)

The door shut in her face
another day out of place
she sits alone inside herself.

Behind those electric blues
no one has a clue
what storm she's brewing.

It's time to seek shelter.

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Sevenling (She loved his)

She loved his work calloused hands,
the way he tipped his hat to strangers,
and his rain-soaked kisses.

She hated sweet tea,
collard greens,
and the word 'Y'all.'

They packed up and moved to the South.

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