Tate Blackman Poems

She covered each eye until all she could see was a sense of security.
She stopped looking in the mirrors.
They lie.
The image over time becomes distorted, grotesque,
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Sometimes at night I lie awake thinking how moons create stars
And in the deep dark night
I wish for you
I beg for you to shed your skin like insecurities onto the ground
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He was laid in the moment
Against her chest synchronizing lungs into songbirds
Beating drums into ribcages
Like birdcages
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She forgot to breathe that day
When guns turned men into weapons
And instruments were played
She was the thunder pressing electricity to his lips
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How can man say they know me
When silently behind chipped waterfalls with cracked ribs I break boxes
I break through coloring book lines
But when man turns castle in the air smiles toward lenient young women
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It began when men turned into weapons
She was a bible in an offering
She had this strange fierce sense of proffering
The day it happened began in seconds
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He fell like hail onto her crisp paper
She chipped vases into his memories
Rubbing thoughts across those tall skyscrapers
She held sad thoughts of anniversaries
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She would pour her dreams into sunflowers
She would take glow in the dark stars and stick them in her sky
Maybe the sun will charge them enough to see them at night
She built the constellations out of imagination
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When fire strikes deep to men's hearts
And burn loneliness in towers
Our bodies will connect in different ways
Over time we will carry small parts of each other
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How grotesque
How unseemly
The cheval glass portrays a man
Whom misshapen look fixedly upon myself
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