the you i write to.A Poem by freshink7i got to read this one on stage at the nuyorican poet's cafe in ny.i can revisit your advances wit lids sealed and views skewed tight into columns bouncing to and from ideals still waiting to be dressed by your lips, i can hardly stand it. s**t man, take me from here and release me, we live to breath remember? remember me, your go to girl? now somehow i gotta spell it out phonetically, with reverend's breath wrapped around the last syllables riding the air like the final whip of winters tail. and i don't even remember if i said the words or always just thought'em real loud "burn" in a bathroom with a bottle and a blade slippery tub and a skylight promising better times and there again is you, the you i always write to. you have pressed yourself into lizard pants writhing around in my nearly faded memories backing out of the driveway of my sensibility taking shelter in my tangled heart strings leaving the coast and the breath of a promise made in a different decade by a little girl who would go to bed without brushing her teeth, picking her face, dreaming of a life with a man who was not only her best friend but her greatest alia, always in the corner with a spit bucket and a smile something somehow resembling normal but that was never us kid. we are the souls who have lived for lifetimes we are the ones who feel so deeply a fly flappin' it's wings causes earthquakes and mothers making mistakes because of husbands and husbands making mistakes because of fathers and latch key kids sitting on the stoop of oh my god what should i be doing and rock collections getting left as houses literally get picked up and moved to better neighborhoods ones that don't reek of the memory of being raped and left for days in closets without food or water. we are the ones who write to each other you are my you the one i always write to with perfect pieces of porous rock letting the water flow through you are my you you will stand with me and make me stronger you will allow me to love longer and harder without excuse.
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Added on May 28, 2010 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 Authorfreshink7Lawrence, KSAboutthroughout the years of heartache and joy words have always kept me company. i enjoy writing narratives hopefully packed with a punch of soul. in the college town i live i've hosted and performed at.. more..Writing
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