Dragonflies-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

you have jewels in your eyes
and your voice is filled with dragonflies
and you don’t know this
but i’ll refuse to see you
unless I have access to a window

it’s all the buzzing
and the gleaming
that confuses me
I need to look
away at something
to take you in wholly

I can only take you
in the second degree.

my mentor told me
that when you sleep
with a person
you embed some shards
of your soul
that they take with them.

she warned me
not to sleep with too many
lest I have too little soul left
to put into my poetry

but I wonder
if it’s a reciprocal thing
because, as long as I’m leaving
I wouldn’t have minded
taking a piece of you with me

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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