Katelyn Hinman Poems

but i saw you today
without the delightful pleasure
of hasty introductions
of trivial formalities
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boat stave ribs and thin jutting hips
a cacophony of defiled desire
heaving through pretty pale blooming lips
she writhes alone on the funeral pyre
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we shuffle home across the grainy sidewalk
shivering against the autumn chill as we do every afternoon
full backpacks and gaudy designer bags slung over our weary shoulders
as usual, i unwillingly overhear the conversation around me
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(red. green. yellow. blue.)
in my eyes the carnival lights bathe you in such a manner
they illuminate the dismal grey of your complexion
enchant that polyester tragedy upon your head
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i see your colored christmas lights are still up
in the very middle of august
you remind me of our first holiday together
tears descending your bare cheeks
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i often wonder what keeps me from committing suicide
last night it happened to be pasta (accidentally topped with tomato paste)
forty-ounce cherry-and-coca-cola frozen convenience store drinks
two brand-new packs of mentholated marlboros
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hip cocked
precise curvature of womanhood
tapered and tailored
you say love handles
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again i am sorry
little words

for a grandiose apology
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deep despicable entity oh how you spite me
to feel this in your core on a microscopic level

ions neutrons atoms molecules
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defeated
he sauntered wordlessly through the studio
piling whatever he could fit
into two flimsy plastic grocery bags
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