Sunday, May 22, 2016

Angelica Fuse- Three Poems


Trying

what can be
said
except we are

trying

what can be
said
except our muscles

are burning

attempting
to put doubt
in its own cage
suspend 
disbelief, trying

simply trying.


Reminders

your voice
is not voice
but a reminder
of what may
not be fair
about this world

what is simple
to some
appears complicated
to others.


Drippings

I suckle
at the drippings
you leave behind
like a teen
at a party
finishing all
the empties.
 
 

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