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behind the last pair of good shoes she has,
she walks down the pavement barefoot.
two shoes and a bad time,
the autumn air crisp against her red cheeks,
she looks up and breathes in freedom, tastes
something sour and sweet, just-ripe, new
to the world
to her,
a penny store candy and a white chocolate rose.
bold and clear,
cold and clean,
she digs her toes into cold cement with every step
and thinks about nothing, a smile on her lips
autumn chill in the air and two shoes left behind,
two shoes
and all the bad times.

» Posted By featherb On 09.08.2018 @ 11:39 pm


she pulls them down from the screen, line by line,
like they are something she can scrub out,
a life sentence she can undo:
a dream, a date,
a dry smile and bad wine, sat too little lingered too long,
all of it, she will pull down,
her fingers still stuck in the glue,
pulling apart pieces by the gum of their seams.
clean, clean, pristine and clean,
she wires and writes and lives on the line,
in a love she can’t satisfy,
in a glass of bad wine.

» Posted By featherb On 08.17.2018 @ 11:15 pm


actually, i want pumpkin spice, please.
she fingers the candles thoughtfully and imagines him calling her name,
coming home to a living room of swirling autumn-scented love.
they’re on sale, chirps the redheaded salesclerk,
three for the price of one or ten for the price of five.
she closes her eyes and dreams him home and says,
just one, for now.

» Posted By featherb On 12.23.2012 @ 12:39 pm


her eyes are glued to skylights, to airplane silhouettes, to stars.
she stumbles over untied shoelaces
and forgets her coffee mug on the apartment table
along with her goodbye kisses.

you’re always looking up,
he whispers, lips on her ear.
i wish you’d look at me instead.

she gives him a ghost of a smile,
dreaming of constellations, meteor showers.
she’s in the air and he’s on the ground,
a balloon on a string,
a match made somewhere in the space between.

» Posted By featherb On 11.05.2012 @ 7:33 pm


turtlenecks, red leaf earrings,
she wishes he’d reach over for her hand.
would you
could you
but instead he gestures to the waiter,
we’ll take a seat on the upper floor,
on the balcony.
she sits watching him watch the late night view
oh, look at the lights glittering across the hills to the sand
those tides kissing the shoreline under blackened skies
but how could being together feel so apart?
would you
could you
but she keeps her hands in her lap and bites her lip;
he glances over at her and his face lights up
she’s with me.

» Posted By featherb On 10.14.2012 @ 9:32 pm


she pauses, considers.

checks the box marked “yes.”

» Posted By featherb On 05.28.2012 @ 11:27 am


she turns the corner,
a quick tip of the head and a vanishing tan hat,
maybe he’s gone forever maybe he’s not,
and where were you?
you couldn’t spare sixty cents to pay the tip,
could you?
you vanished into the fog before she could turn her head to say goodbye,
and he’s gone before you could catch his name,
this twisting triangle of love and deceit;
you never did come up with an alibi she believed.

» Posted By featherb On 04.29.2012 @ 11:38 am


i couldn’t pick up the pieces fast enough,
all the pinpricks of space between my fingers falling through
and there was never a crash or burn because
in space you can’t hear yourself think
or scream
and maybe sometimes you can’t even feel anymore.
that longing for you, my heart stops breathing,
and the pieces tumble down into nothingness
as i let go and fall after them into the abyss
of the orbital i’ve made of myself
around your unassuming, oblivious heart.

» Posted By featherb On 02.06.2012 @ 3:38 pm


she has a voice like windchimes,
and he is dazzled from the moment she opens her mouth.
his lips part and a smile curls at the edges
and he wants to lean forward and press his lips
to hers,
soft and pink and dripping stardust in every syllable she speaks,
and when she looks at him all she can think
is how his eyes are sparkling in the golden sunset afternoon light;
she wonders if she thinks he’s beautiful
or if the light is shining too brightly in her eyes.

» Posted By featherb On 01.11.2012 @ 7:18 pm


like an ice pop-
and she giggles as he licks the frozen cherry juice
off the tip of her nose.
their pop!s
hang in the frigid winter air,
their warm exhales of laughter forming clouds above their heads;
cupid’s arrows in frozen ice pops,
icicles in disguise.

» Posted By featherb On 11.12.2011 @ 8:57 pm


chocolate ice cream and strawberries,
a swirl of whipped cream and forty four cents
(from her)
three dollars
(from him);
two red-striped straws and breathless smiles,
the smell of banana splits in the air and the jingle of the bell on the door,
little children squealing, sprinkles and fudge sundaes and squeaky linoleum floors,
breathless smiles and nervous eyes,
a first kiss that tastes like
chocolate ice cream and strawberries;
a first kiss for three dollars
(from him)
and forty four cents
(from her)

» Posted By featherb On 11.03.2011 @ 7:33 pm


row upon row of empty shelves,
ghostly shadows of worn paperbacks,
tattered hardcovers,
well read and loved
too long ago
for dust to leave a trail behind.
row upon row of empty stories,
lives hidden between lines of crisp black ink,
yours for the living
when you get the chance.
and i miss her with every breath,
trying desperately to find the musky smell of faded paper
in this tired, dusty air;
i miss her with every empty space on the shelves,
where her books used to wait for us to come home
to sing us once upon a times.
i’ve never head of happily ever after.

» Posted By featherb On 10.10.2011 @ 9:47 pm


and he is sitting so close,
almost shoulder to shoulder,
his hand resting lightly on one knee
and that smile
that lights up the room
(still drumming
and i am looking at him,
trying to memorize every detail and line of his face
every spark in his eyes,
wishing i was allowed
to reach across the green-cushioned couch
and take those tapping fingers
in mine.

» Posted By featherb On 09.21.2011 @ 5:50 pm


two times two is four.
four times four is sixteen.
my heart times your heart?
well, what’s that?
nobody ever taught me why long division is any use at all
and nobody ever taught me how love works
in relation to the numbers i understand.
looking at the back of her blonde pigtailed head,
my pencil quivers over the pluses and minuses,
the times and divided bys,
and i wonder what she’d say if i asked her
whether she knew how to complete the complex equation of my heart.

» Posted By featherb On 09.04.2011 @ 12:59 pm


seven little sniffles from the boy in the red cap,
(all in a row),
his face turned to the corner,
sagging on his little wooden stool.
i didn’t mean to,
he sniffs,
wiping his nose on his sleeve.
i’m sorry,
i really really am.
outside the sky is blue and the clouds are bright and sunkissed,
but inside there’s nothing but a dejected, slumped-over
muddy little boy in a red cap
apologizing to the peeling-painted wall.

» Posted By featherb On 08.15.2011 @ 11:07 am


his nametag pinned on a ketchup red shirt,
tousled mop of mousey brown hair
sleepy green eyes
shoulders that slouch as he rings up
a little old lady,
two dollars and eighty eight cents,
mouth that stretches wide in an earth-shattering yawn;
he doesn’t have to tell me to mop aisles two and four
(i’ve already done that
and shelved aisles three through nine)
but i wish he’d tell me
he likes the way i put my hair up for him
this early-morning sunday shift.

» Posted By featherb On 08.04.2011 @ 5:12 pm


be loved;
he pointed at me with narrowed eyes and said it like an order.
be loved.
but how,
i wanted to scream,
i don’t know how to be loved!
and the sky just swam there in its ocean blue perfection, smiling inanely down on us
as we stood opposite each other in the sweltering heat
and wondered how to be.

» Posted By featherb On 06.12.2011 @ 7:54 pm


me and you
those nights at your house
under soft white satin sheets
our ankles touching
in a sea of delicate fabric?
or maybe you remember
my goodbye kiss
two seconds before you closed your eyes
and fell asleep.

» Posted By featherb On 05.30.2011 @ 5:44 pm

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