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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton 

Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web.  She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time. 

Monday, December 12, 2016

give me two minutes.

what if I am
just running in place
still circling back to our own
familiar and situational tragedy
back to late summer into the fall
the way I let your eyes pin me down
the way your coy hesitation
is still sneaking through my door
back to being drunken on
this spell that ignites
between us as you nervously
remove your jacket, back to you
yielding and shy and tender
while you proceed to grip
my jeans and peel off my clothes
back to me feeling helpless
and you cannot possibly love her
back to I know why you are here
and you are in denial
the way you are circling
like a beautiful wolf, or a
moth to a porch light
back to stop lying to yourself
and what if it is you
back to who deserves this magic
and this is the truth,
not what you go back to

© 12.12.16 heather brager

Thursday, December 1, 2016

little white lies.

while we lie awake, nursing
our intrinsic fabrications
each association fragile, subjective

this liquid want with teeth
and confusion with soft skin
just speak the truth, confront

the fear chasing you down
wait patiently for the explanation 
you have already accepted lie, upon lie

then your beautiful face, your arms in total
darkness, indistinguishable from hope,
she can see clearly through

the air that quietly cradles deceit
the soundtrack steadily building,
waiting for the next projection

with vulnerability processed as data
a blatant delusion, of passion becoming
enough, or even something like truth

© 12.1.16 heather brager