13 Nov Sophia Tempest Parsons
Posted at 02:31h
in Poetry
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It’s like tuesday morning
or a dream of an old lover
you haven’t seen in years
that you hate
these dirty texas summers
always remind me
of that living room
of you, and me
and my bruised pelvis
good friday
feeling at home
can also mean dying
I’m just an animal
trying to claw something out
tuesday ennui
scared but hungry,
when someone tells you yes it always means
sorry
how can you be tired of running
when you can’t even
get out of bed
ode to anne
I don’t know how to tell you this,
I drove you out the house.
I had to,
you pushed me out the window.
you killed me in your sleep.
your coat’s too big,
but it’s cold, and it’s all I have.
I wear your wedding ring on a necklace.
I keep strands of your hair in tea bags.
I built a city on your bones.
Sophia Tempest is a student, poet and Sagittarius. She is originally from Texas but is currently finishing her long overdue BA in Comparative Literature at Queens College. Tempest is her real middle name. You can follow her on Twitter @sophergrace and Instagram @sophiatempest
