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Glorious Grey

 Glorious grey with your thematic expectations and sudden revelations. Many depend on your bland expression, hoping for a hidden salvation. Are you a subtle manipulator or a passive observer? Your color may not be color, making your theme perplexing. Glorious grey don't pollute the clear water. We find you in ash, rain clouds, and cement. Calling you neutral may not be correct.
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Return

A return to the pen on paper. Ink from the soul splurged on a white sheet. Will you consume my smorgasbord of spelling and reprieve? An art that dies will resurrect a need for transparency. Return to poetry. The ache to master the language of the babbling baby. The need to communicate as an adult. Shakespeare expectations meet cliche. I am not a poet, but I write as I grieve.

Ugly Ear

The wiggly flesh with a waxed hole. Two—trapping the skull. Cotton stuffed inside to paralyzes their only function—to hear. How not attractive your features; how valuable your role. Copyright 2017

Propaganda

In case of a fire, do not use the elevator. In case of rejection, don't run to your father. In case of being lost, don't go somewhere you can be found. In case you lie, don't steal. In case you need a remedy, don't believe. There is news coverage in America that Jesus calls propaganda. Don't follow me.

An Adulteress's Dream

I have a lullaby for an adulteress. Rest your head, but not next to your husband. Close your eyes and imagine yourself under different sheets. Listen to comforting music while you contemplate your sin. Remember your mother's breast as she whispered you to sleep. And hold onto your pillow while you avoid an accusation from a stone.

Pregnant

Copyright 2017 Tamara Peachy I am naut pregnant. I just have an extended belly from late night popcorn, chewed all alone. I am not having a baby. I just look like I carried a burden for nine months. I am not seeking out a midwife because I don't want to know about pain. I am not taking prenatals because I just have an empty uterus that bleeds randomly. I am not dating because I understand responsibility.

I Can't

Copyright 2017 I was not made to save the black man. I was not old enough to save the Indian. I can't break down a wall, guarded by intensity, so the Mexicans are no more. I can't let Syrian refugees into my country because such fighters would get bored. I can't stand up for the Irish because I don't drink. I can't heal the sick because we are all going to die. I am a free American, and I can even lie.

Only Hope

There is only hope in this, no mistake. This foundation is sure. There is only hope in this. Every promise true, all glory revealed. If we wait longer, the same end will come. There is only hope in this.