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Have you ever punched yourself in the gut on a Thu..

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Have you ever punched yourself in the gut on a Thursday in June?I have and it went like this.I started to think that for the past decadeI have spent w..

What Sort of Love Have We?

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I wonderbe it aloud or in slumberwhat sort of love have we?Is it the type that causes fireor does our whimsy bring raindropsAre we beloved in psalms a..

With my torn jeans and my sparks.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Here I standnot so certainwhat the difference would beif you were able to see the sky through my eyes.I am not clear on whether it would makea single ..

27 seconds

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Every time I see your faceyou look less and less like the man I knew.be it the self loathing indifference in your eyes or the beardI can't say, per se..

testimonial

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Strike me down windtake me to the seaI want to bathe in citrus scented waterin the land of yesterday.Tread light on my mind todayas I miss something t..

I want to write you a love song

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I want to write us a love songwhere i frame you in a border that makes you regalI want people to feel like you are as amazing as I used to think you w..

Heart shouts

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I separate all my sordid loveand place the pieces in secret hiding spotsEither deep in the woods or in plain sightI will never tell anyone where the s..

I am sick of (with) you

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I made a mistakeI opened my eyes to youwoke myself to the sight of that facethe one that I saw when I thought you were something special.I recognize t..

Interpretation of the day. A Hollywood tale.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Interpretation of the dayfreaks and saviors of past and presentmeeting spaces with naïve glanceswatch the air because some things never stop.The ..

I work my heart up to be ready for Five.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Short of time in your honorI stand in front of a mirrorwiping my eyesbreathing meditation for secondsOne, Two, Three, FourI work my heart up to be rea..