Mary X

There was this
Barbie-doll girl I knew
who grew
into a Barbie-doll woman.
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they told me that walking to the shop was best
done using a pair of old trainers.

that way I’d be able to walk with
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There are times when you simply
cannot do anything.

You lay there in Medusa’s
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I open up my book of thoughts
And memories, and get struck
With a whispery clatter of voices and a blowing force:
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Fishing for wood
on the edge of my
mattress
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I sit in the dark niches
Alone. Even darkness reminds me
Of you. Your sweet fingers
Brushing against my neck and
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When you hurdle
into your pit-painting
gargling with salt-water,
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Gut through your old
torn and dog-eared
books of thoughts
and philosophies,
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And where do the birds go
when Winter settles its spiralling hands?

And where do the worms go
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true emotions
don’t come easily.

not when trying to express
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did.
did.
the words.
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Drink up.
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you sit by yourself
all the time.
I wonder what you wonder
about
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The dipsy blonde with glasses
Is bending over again,

Trying to re-arrange her
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We wish with our placid eyes.
We gaze to the starry-sky to gain
attributes to new bells of freedom.
The rain isn’t going to stop falling.
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Who remembers
the divine abortion
standing by itself looking
like a lost-girl;
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The cats rely on me.
As soon as I open
My back door,
And put one paw onto the patterned
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</>A series of
traumas.
Of whispers for another - dead –
are the constituent parts,
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Considering treatment of
young minded,20-something
'seemingly' heterosexual males
who are white—confined
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The sun outside is melting.
I suddenly find myself painting with
Pastels and inking with chalk,
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