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~ Steph
~TolleranzaBella
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Untitled BWhen the labor pains start,Untitled B
all that is needed is a soft pillow under your head and a leather strap in your teeth. Forget the teeth actually.
You won’t need them in the future.
You won’t need your shoes either. Or
that apron with the flowers.
You probably won’t need your shampoo but you can keep it in your jewelry box
where the other memories reside.
You won’t need the taste of oranges or
the rough of an unshaved cheek.
Keep only that droplet of hope –
the one that came upon you suddenly and stole all of the doubt wrapped &nb
by ~TolleranzaBella
Beg YouI will not beg you to turn your face to me.Beg You
To stretch out your hand.
To answer me.
I will not beg you to love me.
I’m not down on my knees in these
extended miles between us – I do not
press my hands together and stifle tears.
I will not keep crumpled tissues
up my sleeve. I do not say “please.”
You may do as you like, and stay away,
or return in some years and expect
me to be waiting. Do this if it makes you happy.
But I will not break if you stay away. &nb
by ~TolleranzaBella
God Bless the UnitedDuring rising tides andGod Bless the United
still waters of peace,
our collective failure
is inevitable.
Today I say that they
(our minds and
no less our capacity)
died in places.
So it has been.
Dust off and begin again.
We are the keepers of
this
by ~TolleranzaBella
Untitled ALeave it to a tall man to thinkUntitled A
above my head. I did not see the knife on the chopping block
lower its thick edges to my wrists,
did not notice the birds outside
my window pulling apart my garden.
I was unaware of the potatoes
growing limbs and walking out of
my cupboard. I had no use for
bathing. He saw the roots of my hair from where he stood and began
plucking them, one by one. Out came
a hair: my mother’s fingernails.
Out came another: my father’s
low chuckle. Another: the first grade.
Another: every time I sleep.
He sto
by ~TolleranzaBella
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whose name simply suggests images, of an Italy she's never seen -
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alone in the universe of today,
not yesterday, not tomorrow, today, now, here, us, we.
I counted the stars in your eyes, touched the wetness of your lips,
painted the colors of your skin, the shadows across your face- the ones that only happen under full moons.
Fingers intersected like wires, like streaks of stardust,
colliding.
Somewhere we stood in the castle in the sky,
where the sunsets never end, the music never stops playing
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