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i just found these three poems in a notebook. i think they're from a few months ago:
1.
blue-eyed and catholic,
with a fluttering skirt, her feet
peeked out bird-like, perched
upon the afternoon's uncertainty:
coffee with an old flame,
his sensual tug not yet forgotten,
but she would be clear --
letting her slender fingers fall
forward to reveal the ring,
she'd quietly laugh.
2.
economics to the policeman
seemed to postulate only so
many pressing purchases, and
thus he remained a happy pauper.
3.
"i'm freaked out about turning twenty-three,"
the blue-eyed student shouted into her phone,
to an irritating girlfriend who never loaned
her lip gloss when they met boys at bars,
as they'd been doing for nearly two years.
1.
blue-eyed and catholic,
with a fluttering skirt, her feet
peeked out bird-like, perched
upon the afternoon's uncertainty:
coffee with an old flame,
his sensual tug not yet forgotten,
but she would be clear --
letting her slender fingers fall
forward to reveal the ring,
she'd quietly laugh.
2.
economics to the policeman
seemed to postulate only so
many pressing purchases, and
thus he remained a happy pauper.
3.
"i'm freaked out about turning twenty-three,"
the blue-eyed student shouted into her phone,
to an irritating girlfriend who never loaned
her lip gloss when they met boys at bars,
as they'd been doing for nearly two years.