Hannah Simone.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (1910)
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Leave yourself keyed into picnic tables,
a shirttail caught on a fence.
Leave yourself tucked beneath floorboards,
and as a shotgun in a carved out Bible.
Because you are your own biggest secret
and your own biggest weapon.
Lay yourself across the backseat of a car
and kiss a fox-eyed boy
with your feet picking stars out the window,
and watch the airplanes through the moon roof
and wonder if they’re counting the love they see
like burning buildings
through binoculars.
Tell someone you’re in love with them
and let them look at you like your skin is their world.
Seal their words in amber and ink
and be held like a poem beneath their tongue.
Allow yourself to be wrapped up in his sea
but never forget that you were born growing roots
and choking on hibiscus petals.
Because if you want to be half human,
a soul caught on a door hinge,
Remember that each breath is a secret
and laughter blooms a rose garen
and tomorrow is never going to be anything more
than a schoolgirl’s pinky promise.
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