The shoe fit in the desert. I longed to see him there. As he was. Then.
I see only sorrow with laughter after the uhnn. The sound made when
a slip occurs. A slice of darkness through the light. Obsessing, a game
I’ve played a lifetime and now again here in this Blue City. He sits
apart from me. I look at him incessantly. Watching for a sign that
he doesn’t love me anymore. His face stoic. My hunger unbearable.
Always wanting more. Awake with the pain of a longing met in a desert.
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection “Take It In”
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I appreciate that I can see
what I see
when I see it.
I’m a pioneer of outta order
I get profound
When I lean over a kitchen sink
I wasn’t complaining
I was exclaiming
And I didn’t do it
to forget
whatever
you forgot.
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection, “abstract romance”
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I did it.
Why not.
The cunning sharks
Digital eaten tree bark
please the soul
The fowl hover over
rain bitten solitude
I did it.
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.
Borrowed branch
made in wilted sun
Gun shoots straight
into my heart
Uncontrollable flatline
Cold penetration
I did it.
She does it. He does it.
All them hems and hers.
Everyday means nothing
Don’t tell the children
it will ruin the ending
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Wrapped in blood
Yesterday’s glory
She sat still.
Waiting
Asked for it
No one cries
We try and try
Yet
I did it
fresh and fast
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Hugs mean everything
Arms wrapped around
holding still the grief
of self love
Shall I
take you now?
Into my darkness
Into the light
I’d do it again
I enjoy it.
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Endless check ins
Reach outs
Couldn’t save me
Will save me
Will want to.
Have to.
Through mindless
boxes of order
Train 0
Lost expression
Untold stories
Memories cut
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She deserved it.
She nurtured it.
She crowded
stored up regret
and anger bites
Thorns of pleasure
speak volumes
Grieving liberty
Crooked smile
Saw my past
If I’m still a child
then where’s my mommy?
Let us love the thing ..
that which is broken
And when my time’s up
don’t ring a bell
Stand up.
AS - 2018