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A Natural Love AffairBy Emily Corwin QuailBellMagazine.com smolder ever I felt things in these rooms—a handful of tinder sticks, listen for sputter. becoming milkweed, becoming a wick gone crispy, a bride come back to the party and all the guests are elsewhere. I miss everybody, but leave me alone for goodness sake, why don’t you, don’t you go tumbling in the lake rust-- decay is what you’re smelling, a sunken dress—bleached, open husk, arms raised in shimmer. morose what’s a girl to do when this hoofed animal, when it brings her, when it splinters and she is swallowed up in the road-- softest tendril, the blackbirds closing in. she wanted to live her life as someone—a girl gripping mirrors, dark sometimes. sometimes awaiting, under maples and gloom, some bit of sweetness crawling out. marionette my sundress—black cherry, drenched. tonight, I am caked, I spit —brown sugar, autumn mums I reaped. throwing a hiss, throwing spite around like a boiled nectar, how will I will myself out? they took my bad things happening—they pulled out every girl, filling a vial. all season long, I break my closest things. I guess home is always a place I have slept in. I guess you want me—whittled down, pretty as a cobbler. #Unreal #Poem #Nature #ProsePoetry Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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