Favorite Things
A few of my favorite things fill my head
Sunlight through green leaves dancing in the dark
Rap songs on the radio ignoring what is said
Just moving along down roads lost in the mark
Watching dancers soar wishing I was too
Silver rain on bare skin cool wet slides down
The sound of white snow falling in queue
Black skirts a little too short peaceful small town
And the way you looked at me like I looked
At you lost in innocence the before
The fall when we were both completely hooked
Before we started cold trench and ash war
Moment of love I am doomed to repeat
With everyone that comes next like useless meat.
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Two languages (free form)
Two languages
And I can’t find the words
Crawling in my mouth
Screaming to be free
Twenty-six letters
And I can’t locate
The syllables
That read
How you let go.
How do I write
When poems are all a void
A ship in disease
Brown planks falling
Into grey water.
How do I say
I love you
When I only
Have black swirls
On white ivory.
Twenty-six letters
Don’t leave
Don’t match
Two languages
And silence
Is my relief
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Truth
Truth a silver lock
Branching over skin
A web of words
Seeping into skin
Through eggshell bone
Dragging me below
Tidal waves.
A metallic roadmap
Of ignored fact.
Malformed metal
Branching.
Screaming tendrils
Deeply rooted
And creeping down my throat
Losing all
To silver truth.
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Glue
If you have glue
I have tape
We will take these ragged pieces
And make something new.
I would like a cube
A solid little box
To hide stuff away in
Paint it blue
Make it a chest
A private thing
A keep sake just for me
Memories to seal away
To smile at one day.
For you
We could make
An orb to play with
Or a diamond to hoard.
We will bend
And scrap
Pull
And sculpt
New shapes
New colors
New ways to see
Till they are just
How we want them to be
These tiny broken hearts
Of ours
All shiny and new.
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Sex
Sex is a currency
I don’t know the exchange rate for.
Green tentacles
Wrap around my heart
Like pale worms
Burrowing through
Discarded meet.
Crushing lungs
Like Coke cans
In a child’s game
Making love to a one night stand
The wall
Between sex and more
Is a hologram
More easily passed through
Than sunlight
But to them
A giant stone statue
Seen from miles away
A guardian
With steel sword
To protect cowards.
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Blue Ribs
Can I curl up in you?
Behind your blues
Deep in the center
Surrounded by the
Engravings of what once was
You seem so inviting
A gentle hand
And maybe when
I am a child
Once again
Inside of your humanity
I will be an artist again.
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Abigail Kipp is a student at Texas State University outside of Austin. She is entering her final year of study. She started writing when she was eight. She got her undergraduate degree in Creative Writing at New Mexico State University. She has been published in Kairos, Edify and more.
