Tag Archives: Ariane Elizabeth

Vic

sits outside the coffee shop everyday, black coffee, gnarled knuckles white, graying hair smoothed back like an Italian gangster and when cute girls walk past, the artsy ones, with their multicolored clothes and thick black frames, he calls them over … Continue reading

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Paul: I am not a saint, you are human

I’ve never believed in God, but I was once    mistaken for a saint. Paul kept asking to touch my hands outside    Resurrection Church, his lips dry from the Denver winter. “You’re a saint, a guardian angel.” I smiled, not wanting … Continue reading

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Spaces

I often find myself in the same spaces as my father once was:    my bed, a universe of sadness, a ribcage enclosed, taunting my efforts to rise or the bathroom floor, my cheek pressed against the tiles, the small blue … Continue reading

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Prophetic

in a dream, I take your child into my arms and hold him as my own his skin is soft with your caramel cream color    he laughs, his teeth having your shape in a verdant field, you, a stranger, your … Continue reading

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Like Birds

Like birds,    we made a nest me, using the space between    your slender shoulders and neck you, weaving my hair, thick as vines    anchoring us to the place where you and I    had once made love under a honeymoon speckled … Continue reading

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Distance

Your breath leaves trails of mirth on my skin,    the smell of pine and tobacco. I want to bathe in your skin,    wrap myself in your ring of smoke and start the fire.    I am burning inside in the worst … Continue reading

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