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POEMS
Poems by Lara Thesenvitz
Surfacing
Surface
from dreamless sleep
on the air mattress in the corner
of the worn out one room
flat
turn naked eyes to me
the sky outside the windows
is glass, gray and dust
impossible to tell dawn from dusk
and I don’t care
I’ve been wrapped
in lips and limbs
laughing patchwork
and strange chemicals
for days
These walls are the perimeter
when you are here
and I am here
with the television flashing
and the room mates pretending at sleep
ten feet away
skin, sinew and bone
ease open like snake jaw
under the silk
trace of your hair on my thigh
you melt into me
I melt into you
This is the suspended moment
between leap
and land
you press into me
I press into you
you reach into me
I reach into you
The city outside the windows
is glass, dust and gray
impossible to tell yesterday
from today
and I don’t care
I’ve been rapt
by lips and limbs
laughing patchwork
and strange chemicals
for days
These walls are the perimeter
when you are here
and I am here
surface
from dreamless sleep
an the air mattress in the corner
of the worn out one room
flat
turn naked eyes to you
Anna Calls
Anna never calls
until last call
when Anna calls her rings sound like
fresh bruises
and crocodile tears
2am on a Tuesday
Anna’s calling
she always thinks she loves me
when she’s crawling
she says
it’s a dark day, would you lend me your light?
she says
it’s a dying day, would you give me your life?
Anna’s in the alley again
Anna’s on her knees again
Anna’s opened up again
Anna’s falling in again
It’s way too late
when Anna calls
January
Cold
Chemical
On the corner
She’s seeking
Twitch mumble sketch stumble
Shrieking
Layed out
Realized
Bloodied
Bruised
Baptized
January
She’s born again
January
She’s gone again
Kitchen
The ghosts
of ten thousand cigarettes
and some mystery stain
time slowed drip
of grime
still life left behind
tequila memory
flashback good time
These things never really come clean
North Face
He came in through the north facing window
She wondered if he was real
Older than his smile
Younger than his eyes
Dirty fingers shoved deep
Into second hand pockets
He saw memory braided into her hair
Asked her to loosen it, set it free
They held each other down
Drank themselves under the noise
Woke drowned
In quiet and blame
She left through the north facing window
He wondered if she was real
Biography
A recent transplant from Edmonton, Lara Thesenvitz now lives, works, dances, shouts, loves, and writes in Calgary
Alberta. More of her recent work can be found at www.stangeststrangers.blogspot.com.