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ticker-tape parade
palace of mirrors in versallies
library of congress
allison sudol
telesocope stars
book

word heist

Everyday I breathe and I eat, I blink and blink

and heart my keeps time or perhaps just reminds me that I’m alive

But most of all I steal words

An unknown thief

a covert operation of constant magnitude

I collect them from pressed between fading pages of bound hard books

I grab them from above your head while you chatter to your girlfriend

I scrape them off the floor and rub them between my fingertips until they

shine and glimmer

Until I have Truncated from a girl with orange fingernails

And Collusion from the newspaper as I threw away my napkin

Manifesto, Adjustable, Nostalgia and Velvet I heisted

And when my stolen words are polished, when they gleam, I spend them

And because they gleam nobody discerns that they weren’t mine

Not a soul examines them closely

Until they are mine, my ravishing words

And when I have enough

I recite the story of pirated consonant and vowels

And you don’t even distinguish

that you are buying back your own words!

soul singing

I saw your soul escaping into frigid air
you opened your mouth and with the music
I could see the warmth inside you leaking into the sky
I wanted to catch it, and with the song
bottle it up and keep you
But your soul wouldn't stay
It was warm and the world is cold
So I opened my mouth and let my voice join in
My soul followed yours
Together we clouded the sky with foggy breathy music

lies of an honest girl

I try to be kind and nonconfontaional
sweet and Soft hearted
I try to look lovely
to make you think i'm put together
I try to sound smart and seem positive
so you can't see my flaws

But there are some things i've been hiding

I slip on ice
and I often talk too loud
I find people facinatingly scary
and I wear mis matched socks
I hardly floss when I don't want to
And I eat three yogurts a day
I'm an obsessive doodler
And I stay up late nights
I cry at simple things
I don't mind being alone
And I Stole some of my roomates pepper
And my knees can bend backwards which is kinda weird
And I act like an artist but I can't really draw
I want to go to paris but I'm afraid I'll be disapointed
I sometimes naraite my life but it's not frequent
and relationships scare me and I'm unsure why
my favorite word is queue
and I wish I liked tomatoes
and all this I hide Because I lie

I let you see part of me, the me I think you may like
But It's the me that I hide that I want you to love