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Best Poems Written by Jesse Ambers

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Jesse

dear tall child,

your bones probably don't fit your frame yet;
   they shift awkwardly,
and your spine hunches and slopes.

your hands are likely to be dry and grimy,
   legs speckled with ant bites
that sting like fire.


spending those arid days snatching lizards off the hot terracotta wall,

next to the withered rose garden belonging to your shouting mother.

unfortunately for you,

the shouting will never stop;
  your mother will bleed her vocal chords raw
trying to scare out your soul to place of her own.

there will be so much hardship,
  but you will learn so so much.

  so much.


to drown the world out,
 just think about horses.

she will see you as strange
 no matter what you do

just hop in the saddle
   tighten the reins, grip the mane,
put your filthy Velcro sneakers into the stirrups,

and think about horses.



you will be a weird girl, it will hurt.
 but suffering is just suffering,
and voices are just words.

you will become a strange young man, dear cowboy-

but you will always be that tall child.

a dear,
   
   dear tall child

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Another Damned Moon Poem

i am double rainbows. 

i am the streaks of silver in the old man's hair, i am spiny and bug-eyed.

i am the rainbow around the moon on misty nights. i am cactus eyes with a center of molten gold, i am almond crafted ones that pierce. 

i am the smell after it rains. i am the earthworm on the sidewalk, i am the snail on the tall blade of grass, i am the 
storm and the sky's tears. 

i am the tablespoon of honey you take when you're ill. i am the spiderweb in the corner of your bedroom, i am the 
comfort after the chaos of my sickness. 

i am silver studded, i am the glowing omniscience of the moon's rays.

i am frightening. 

i am the teeth and i am the blood and i am the bone,
i am the jaws that rip through soft skin

i am sharp teeth gnashing at any sign of emotion 

and i will never take what i dish out for
my word is law.

a strange man comes with 
stranger impulses after all;

i just hope you think i am beautiful.

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Ode To Bats

Soaring through the sky of early fall
   Abolishing mosquitos, eating for all

   Your siren song echoes in the night.
Hungry little teeth white and bright

Webbed wings flank the higher you soar.
  Dark vessels visible through the black uproar

  You’ve joined all your friends in your endless hunt
Soft chitters of excitement flow through your bunch

For bats eat the stealers, back to the blood
    Warm and well, swarming like floods

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Mother

  welcome this heart,

    congenitally, sickeningly loathed

   not even clothed, leave her threshold.


brought into the world, a radial embrace 

   cradled in the rain, slapped across the face.


scapegoat of the mother, never far from the tree

    saddled in pain, crawling formlessly.



carry this apple, take a crisp bite

  sour and cold, not even ripe.


now welcome this heart, 

   bitter and mindless,

feed on the fright



frigid as marble , scorched as a star

    feed him dirt, never far, never far



arachnid fangs descend, venomous reign

    eat your own infant, drown in the rain;


then do it again, 

                  again, 

                      and again.

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Roadkill


No one knows the coyote that bleeds in me.

   No one knows my heart is an open road

No one knows the sound I softly whine

  But I do. I do.


I will wake today and carry my body

     I will wake today and carry my bones

I will tread until I reach the highway


Coyote,

	Bleed

		Bleed

			Bleed.

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Lizard Heaven

The love in which
Something so freshly killed,
Could be so freshly buried.

Taken care of, comforted
Dry skin, resuscitated
Oozing life out of your tiny nose

Even the largest of dewdrops will not save you now
For you are small

Even the warmest of suns will not save you now
For you are less

Even the biggest of hearts will not save you now
For yours is not beating

Maybe somewhere 
You are able to say thank you


The red-iron dirt is saying thank you.