There's a Bluebird in My Heart

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(by Ellie Niemeyer)

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Dreams About Other Women

these are things we can’t control. 

i look at her with a warped sort of lust. 

I don’t want to peel her hairs off your pillows,

my hands a slow, heavy combine

harvesting her strands of golden wheat. 

i don’t dream

of you or any other man

that way. 

i dream

always of rejection

and judgement. 

i do not blame you.

i too would want 

her to warm the tundra of my brain.

i’m the crude stuff; the eukarotic carcasses stuffed 

between layers of earth. 

you love me

for my utility 

but hate me for my pure black

stench. 

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• #dreams

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home.

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My dad just emailed me this huge list of puns oh my god

Phases of Commitment

this morning i awoke

to the shock of your dreamed 

infidelity. 

later you assured.

this afternoon i played out 

long futures in my head

punctuated by 

the commas around your mouth.

tonight i drank and waited

for a love that didn’t come.

and painted my nails a

wet blood red.

and let my dog sleep beside me

because i knew she was lonely too.

she told me in her whines

and in her pleading eyes

all gooped over and sagging. 

“do people look at me and know?”

i thought. do they see it in my eyes?

hear it in my voice?

who pities me?

today i bought a dress because 

i thought you might be having second

thoughts

and i wanted to tempt 

your commitment 

with my beauty in a new box.

i am a parcel.

do not open 

me 

in a hurry

or the novelty will

dissapate

like morning fog.

do not shake me,

you’ll chip my varnish.

do not forget me

on the shelf with 

your high school year books

and gifts from your mother,

i’ll collect dust, dim, forget

to breathe. 

open me slowly

and find new ways of looking

so i never become

old.

handle me gently

and i’ll 

stay whole for you.

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• #commitment
• #personal
• #creative writing

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