Reflections 2015: mmmm, tasty jealousy

you looked like the tastiest slice of bread
sitting there on a plate
i’ll be your strawberry jam so we
can make the other cupcakes jelly
since they overcompensate with their
frivolous hairdos and sugary sequins
don’t even get me started on those spicy slender churros
or donut holes who walk away from their significant others
leaving them incomplete
and ugh, did you hear about that vain tiered cake parading around town
when we all know the kolache is more beautiful on the inside than out
i could keep going but i know you can see
you, plain old slice of bread,
are the perfect fit for me

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Reflections 2015: thoughts on vanishing

am i a middle-aged hour glass
slowing sifting blood cells like sand
from my head to my toes?
the tips of my fingers and nose grow cold —

tell me, yoga

if i do a head stand, can i reverse time
without losing consciousness as the waves
of blood crash into my head and old memories
drift and filter through my brain?

can meditation save
what remains of the mortality slowly
vanishing from my veins?

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Reflections 2015: i don’t know what you said

That emotion
Strung up and pinned to the air
That hung between our faces
The pupils of our eyes clicking, focusing in
Asking while answering
But the words were out of place
And lost somewhere in that small space
I could have sworn you drew a rope for me to grasp
So you could pull me in
But the chattering of the people in the room grew louder
The noise erased the letters before they
Formed into anything at all, I’m now left standing
Retracing all of my thoughts for the smallest understanding
Of the last time that I will see you
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Reflections 2015: the cycle, again

I laid my pen upon the book
That rested in my lap.
The sun Begins to rise, the night undone
The moon departs, and quickly took
The stars and left the morning dew
On flowers seen by very few
Because the world is sleeping in
The earth rotates again and again
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Reflections 2015: the measurement of fractions

I’ll arrange my papers
Style my hair
Adjust my skirt length and
Master “the stare”
To look straight ahead
In order to avoid the glares
And lookups and lookdowns
And catcalls and careless
Smirks and smacking of lips
In sexual satisfaction,
Even if you were to subtract all of the
Rotten apples, not even a fraction of my
Faith would be restored, not until you
Remove the rankings, the lists, the weights,
The classifications, the molds, the expectations,
And all of the scores and points
That you think you’re entitled to measure me against
And deconstruct me from
You could not mean any more to me
When I feel I have to become lesser to succeed,
To mask my individuality and cover it with
Some appropriated identity
That is tailored to not offend society
But fuck you, fuck this, and fuck me
For letting it walk all over me

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Reflections 2015: el fantasma de una rosa

She folded in on herself
Enjoying the sun’s warmth one last time
Then she was raised to the lips
And the tips of noses of admirers who bought and sold her
For their aesthetic arrangements
To be inhaled, viewed, watered
Cut down, de-thorned, de-flawed, and stylized
In harmony with the others folded around her
Then thrown in the trash
But occasionally pressed in between pages
Snuggled next to pictures of smiles and a single vase with her
When she was in full bloom

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title is Spanish for: “The ghost of a rose.”
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Reflections 2015: 24, Thai beer, and mango jelly.

I was so hungry for the nicotine, I was eating the
Secondhand smoke escaping from my mouth
I shook my head downward, to the south
Collecting thoughts, centering focus on the pavement
Why does it smell like piss

I need something with a little more carbonation
I crave the sharp cold tin foil fizz across my tongue and teeth —
Pausing, the door swings open – I’ll get some ice cream or mango jelly,
Maybe cook something like chicken, prepare a salad to feel less like a slacker
Standing outside of the door now. Oh, baby kittens rolling around and sneaking along
Street drains, I think I’ve gained more empty space in my brain and less room for
Pressure points, the “important things” that people rake down my neck like
Marriage or babies or relationships or having some kind of retirement plan
I forgot about the Thai beer can in my fridge – I’ll take it and pour one out for
All the loners like me who are still alone past 24.

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