Tuesday, November 13, 2012
a new day.
there it is, seeping
the wounds and light are the same
we are transforming
© 11.13.12 heather brager
Thursday, November 8, 2012
a promise.
it is not a wonder, you
ceased hearing
the sweeping hush of green boughs
outside the window
as the cities
and faces click by, you
lurch toward the guard rails
press against a bitter wind,
wish to rest your eyes
you visualize the frayed edges
of this mislaid joy, the time
when you could bend down
and lift promises to your chest
it is not a wonder, in this
world you molded,
the perspective to lose
has been lost
in the continuum
© 11.8.12 heather brager
Monday, October 29, 2012
the real question.
who is she
if not
your keeper
a shell that you carefully
prepare each day
protecting you
from the elements
you wrap her
in undergarments
dresses, coats, socks and shoes
you offer food to pad her
from the unavoidable
guide her
down hallways
and through
doorways
through weeks
months
years
to your
inevitable end
© 10.29.12 heather brager
if not
your keeper
a shell that you carefully
prepare each day
protecting you
from the elements
you wrap her
in undergarments
dresses, coats, socks and shoes
you offer food to pad her
from the unavoidable
guide her
down hallways
and through
doorways
through weeks
months
years
to your
inevitable end
© 10.29.12 heather brager
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
it doesn't add up.
are you even here, or just
a phantom of this life
merging in and out
of mundane weeks
leaving and arriving with the
same acerbic vigor
you are dragging figures,
pounding on locked doors
crushing a crumpled dollar bill
in your cold, bruised fist
© 10.23.12 heather brager
a phantom of this life
merging in and out
of mundane weeks
leaving and arriving with the
same acerbic vigor
you are dragging figures,
pounding on locked doors
crushing a crumpled dollar bill
in your cold, bruised fist
© 10.23.12 heather brager
Monday, October 22, 2012
10.22.12
you open your eyes at
4:19 a.m. and despite your desperate blinks,
the ceiling is covered in shadows, the kind that watch you
while you sleep.
with your mind, you command them to leave you the fuck alone
but they just flicker and shift, flicker and shift … flicker and shift.
you drag your ass out of bed to find the windshield a half
inch thick with frost
not delicate etchings, but a coating of super glue ice that
won’t scrape off
even after twelve minutes of full blast defrost, you are
still shivering on the side street
you remind yourself to buy some gloves the next time you get
paid, but you will forget
© 10.22.12 heather brager
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
mid-october.
it spoke to me
as if I was that lost little girl
her ear pressed against the wind
standing alone and lithe
on a wheat colored hillside
this time, facing south
with a promise of change
murmuring over her like
thousands of blackbirds
bending the air,
dipping to reach her
to touch her face
beneath last season’s corn
© 10.9.12 heather brager
as if I was that lost little girl
her ear pressed against the wind
standing alone and lithe
on a wheat colored hillside
this time, facing south
with a promise of change
murmuring over her like
thousands of blackbirds
bending the air,
dipping to reach her
to touch her face
beneath last season’s corn
© 10.9.12 heather brager
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
outlier.
an entity
the categories
constructed of neurons
sixty chemical elements
the human form of
flesh and bone
cartilage and fluids
what they hope
with the astonishing
intellect comprised
of intricate
isometric equations
in carefully measured
formulas
among them all
she remains
the synonym of
protector, the
reckless bard
a strumpet, girl
© 10.9.12 heather brager
the categories
constructed of neurons
sixty chemical elements
the human form of
flesh and bone
cartilage and fluids
what they hope
with the astonishing
intellect comprised
of intricate
isometric equations
in carefully measured
formulas
among them all
she remains
the synonym of
protector, the
reckless bard
a strumpet, girl
© 10.9.12 heather brager
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