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Delaney Anderson Poem
You dream as you turn the pages of lasagna and the thin voices of your parents behind the wall
That man is there, the fluff, the sequins of his overcoat
A strange angle to challenge your religion, you can’t really see the eyes from this flash
As a child you stared, and now you stare again.
It strikes seven chords from within your bones. A medley; the body has never heard before-
And the muscles, the nerves, the fibers, and the tissue all vibrate to make vague sort of new virgin space.
Aaagh, all of a sudden, and your grandmother touches you gently, a brush on the shoulder to ask you are you alright? Because your flesh is dripping.
And you know why, because its all,
Bit of your soul is broken off
And ‘that’s why the caged bird sings’ now
And all.
You’re a ripple in the daylight now.
So try,
And try,
And try,
And try.
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Delaney Anderson Poem
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
And the people around me,
The people around me,
The people around me again
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Delaney Anderson Poem
You know, I think Norah Jones
might sit on my shoulder sometimes.
The lady with the simplest songs, whispers genie melodies.
and she tunes decisions-
my childhood.
And these seven year summer nights are different
when I know she is there
keeping a soft beat to existence in summer.
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Delaney Anderson Poem
A WIFE
Someone buried my rights on previously set soil
And I woke up with the glass between my teeth
What are you staring at, he wondered surreptitiously
And waved his hand, slowly, before my eyes
Before I bit them off, one by one
And the blood ran down, infecting the air with the dog beneath and behind
I’ll put on the red dress, I said
If you watch me do it.
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Delaney Anderson Poem
It looks like today I am crawling back into the hole in my soul
And peering at the world from the inside
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Delaney Anderson Poem
I don’t know how many times I have to tell you—
My womanhood isn’t going to wear out.
Because if it could—
You would have worn it out already.
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Delaney Anderson Poem
Is he a stupidhead?
The eye in the peacock feather,
Such life changing art
People will lean
On the backs of chairs,
To watch him work
And the stripes in his hat
Promise nothing
Except what they really want in their dreams
And the swish swish swish
Of his big black pen
Is placed like a baby in his arms
When the wheels wheel away
They are left in their heads
Turn around, drink up some wine
And the clock will tell you
As you’re eating your food
That this part of us cannot go to sleep
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Delaney Anderson Poem
darling why can you not see
there is so much more of me
that deserves more than hello
or goodbye?
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Delaney Anderson Poem
I don’t feel like myself, I feel like a cherry instead.
And there might be nuts in my hair.
But every time that I try
There is nobody here to eat me up.
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Delaney Anderson Poem
The plaque is getting thicker, we are forgetting to brush
Other people talk about how yellow looks good on us.
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