Tag Archives: Atoosa Grey

Hush

Ladybugs blew through my geisha black hair as I circled round the swings my fingers dampening the metal links but oh the exquisite skin of an inchworm wandering up my wrist why I was an insect girl I don’t know … Continue reading

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I Think My Soul Is Locked in a Photo

The death was quick and without warning. The musician is looking for the woman with a lantern, the one like a mess in the trees, the one with a hole in her chest. She doesn’t answer, and sunlight is just … Continue reading

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Belonging

When pomegranate seeds spill from your shallow ivory pockets onto the rubber playground where this city expands in your palm; or before the hour when you run through the orange light as it bends like a whale, the wind goes … Continue reading

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Tiger Morning

What are we but very few words folding over one another like giant tulips We are the days of the week shuffled and who cares what does it matter My wolf heart this tiger morning Your birthday song parades wakes … Continue reading

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Old Photographs

I left them in the cool sunless snow except the fire I left pink streaks of fluorescent photographs when I was beautiful to you ex- cept for the way we were selfish and petty and diseased my body is a … Continue reading

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