Mind the Gap

Mind the Gap

Twisting And turning And man-spreading. Women With bags And crossed ankles And a dozen rings. Lights flickering And scooters And stained fabric From the hundred asses That came before yours. Stale air Punctuated With too much cologne On businessmen Wearing dead animals On their feet. Raucous laughter of youth Disturbing quiet patrons, Sweaty and tired. Designer handbags And hair all a mess. Too much make-up And too-tight dresses And old men Who can’t avert their eyes. Accents And languages And pockmarked faces Awash in florescent lighting And the stares of strangers With nothing better to look at. In the darkness Of the tunnels It could be any hour. The LCD glow Of phone screens Illuminate faces When the lights Unexpectedly dim. But even still, We’re surrounded...

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Anonymous

Anonymous

I think that in some way I relate very strongly To the new Mrs. de Winter, Who remains nameless. She marries a man She barely knows In a whirlwind romance And finds herself In a world She doesn’t understand. She is young and sweet And doesn’t want to make waves But just settle into her new life As swiftly as possible And be friends with everyone. Her husband marries her, It turns out, Because she is the opposite Of Rebecca, His late first wife, Who was malevolent and manipulative. But he carries secrets, And the staff know too much And by holding on So tightly to her He made her change. Suddenly, She knew his deadly secret And needed to be strong For him. He wanted her To save him But the woman she was Was ill-equipped. She grew scales And the light in her eyes....

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Aeroplane

Aeroplane

I like watching The little airplane Move across the screen, Showing me Where I am. If I look out the window, Into the darkness, I think I see the ocean Below the clouds. The food is terrible And the coffee is worse But the company isn’t so bad And I like the sound Of the wind rushing past. Earlier We passed over Canada. This is the farthest North I’ve ever been. I could watch a movie- It might help pass the time. Try and get some rest. But how could I sleep Surrounded by darkness And negative temperatures And time zones. How could I close my eyes For even a second And miss turbulence [my favorite] Or the little airplane Mimicking the big airplane As we careen across the Atlantic? Everyone has an Irish accent, Including the captain, And it puts me at ease. There’s...

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My Mother’s Daughter

My Mother’s Daughter

Dear mommah,   It’s almost your birthday. You would be 48, But the universe had other plans. September 14th will mark 5 years That you’ve been gone. I can hardly believe it. I have a bottle Of your perfume. Sometimes I mist it on my pillow And give myself a nightmare-free sleep. There isn’t a day that goes by When you’re not on my mind. So much has changed. I wish that I could talk to you And hold your hand. Hear your sweet voice That I missed for years Even before you were gone. Honestly, I barely remember it. You’re with me sometimes, I can tell. But occasionally, I feel like I’m losing it. I’m holding it together, sure. Putting my big girl panties on And leaping every hurdle Like it ain’t shit. You’d be proud. But I miss you. In a lot of ways I’m still...

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