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1989
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Blare Coughlin

14 May Blare Coughlin

Outside It Is Spring
And I Am Missing You

 

curl up tight and be a cinnamon bun beside me

i will kiss all of you

your skin is sweet

i feel i can wear you like a sweater into the rain and you will shrink to fit me

you are a wool blend when i thought you were cotton but i am in honesty pleasantly

surprised

be my confidant. be my cup and string telephone across the kitchen floor. be my diary

and stay safe under my pillow

i will come home for you and open you up and whisper words into you

outside it is dark and cold and i am missing you

outside it is snowing and i am missing you

outside it is spring and i am missing you

you are like a season that the earth keeps spinning too fast for

or a dvd player that skips the part of the movie you are in every time

i will wipe the dvd off and try again and once in a while i will see your face

you are the leap year in the heart of me

you are the cicadas in the ears of me

you are the green flash as the sun sets over the horizon

i will take out all the arils of a pomegranate and put them over your body

i will take you in my arms and bring you home

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