It starts at evening, the silent weave of scent
billowing through the door, seeping in the carpet...

I feel sometimes that I've lived my life in...
An apathetic, or was it anesthetized instrument...

If I'm being melodramatic,
then you are like a broken hinge...

To the cold snake coiled in my belly--
I say with aching patience, yet again, please...

Oh, my Giant Isopod,
you baffle me, you unseemly clod...

Dear midnight,
I dislike your jumbling chimes...

Orange lover on my lips,
whispers of sunlight...

Precious gold, you hold
a sweet mammoth...

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i'm not sure what i felt today...

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i couldn't tell you were farther from me when i...

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i haven't roughed up a poem in years...

In 2007, we became Hermione.
Fried hair frazzled, eyes crossed...