Category: Lamps
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Lamps, My Debut & a Poem
❀☀️ ❀ I shouldn’t overstay at this cafe, but I have been trying to find the words to say for this chapbook’s release. Let’s start with honesty: I’m burnt out. While this blog means so much to me, in order to focus on myself, I might have to take a spring-summer break. I’m not planning…
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Deep Clean
I was deep cleaning my flat while running a zombi apocalyptic simulation inside my head. As if… But what if… I had to leave in a rush or die instead? Would a more adept person come in to take my place? In charge now of the range of crap I own. Rent free as well……
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Last Day
One day is pizza or salad. Whether I’m relaxing or pretending. I don’t know which version of myself I want to be, but at least I’m determined to be. The other is grief or relief. Guilt over emptiness. Whatever pleases the person next to me. I tell the story however I want it to be.
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Particles
As the water spills over the table, I hide my face in shame with the guilty palms that did it. The tips of my fingers massage my forehead as I try to get my head around all these particles. How do I clean them up? Well, with a mop now that they have spilled on…
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Pancakes & Wine
Pancakes and wine.Germany was so nice.Pancakes and wine.It was all we needed at the time. My friends always feed me dinner,They love a feast and enjoy a drink.After five years without seeing them,I arrived in Mannheim to the famous pancakes and the addition of wine. This poem is an oath to simple things like pancakes…
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Hangover
‘I’m so over drinking.’My boyfriend responds, ‘you say that now.’I turn around, and I have nothing to say.I give him this look, and so he laughs.He had to go to work. I didn’t want him to leave.I could hear him complain about his headache all day.I think ‘water’ once he leaves ME to face me.Awaiting… A…
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Nam
Gently holding a mosquito in my hands.‘What am I doing?’ I think,‘Back in the day, I would have killed the bastard thing.’It would have prevented my family and me from getting a mosquito-transmitted disease. Most wish they could live in the tropical.My friends and I joke over the phone:‘How is Nam?’‘How are those flashbacks going?’This…
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Cold
I’m no little grasshopper.I learn, but I’m not learning. Houston smells like pine floor cleaner.Spain smells like dry leaves,and England is a mix between musk and dust. ‘She is so little,’ some say.Most say at some point. I hear them. Venezuelan houses smell like food and wood cleaner.Sometimes granite cleaner or simply like granite floor.…
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Flat
I used to want to ownA small one-room flatI overcome, I overcomeI used to like this joband I grow, I grow.I can’t own a small flat, fine.I want a house I can’t have.I want room to grow, not work from home.I don’t want to stay in and save.Not anymore, no.I’m taking my partner out on…
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Selfish
I’m selfishI want to be alone now. I want to be left alone to do the thing I do when I’m alone,to think that I work hard and get nothing in return and think some more… I could be cooking when I’m hungry,I could be letting go when I’m lonely.But I don’t want to,that’s the…
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