The Bluestone Review 2020
The Bluestone Review 2020
Poetry
I read somewhere that you shouldn’t accept food from strangers or a shadow Pink lilac lavender sky I take a step towards you and fall through the glass of my own consciousness, I am always one step too close and one step too far away From you waking eyelids flicker like lightbulbs, dreams fall apart just as fast as they exist and I am pulling at the threads of the fabric of reality wondering if I ever fell asleep at all Habitat of Longing By Alysia Townsley O, how the moon grins at us slighted, slightly separated by time or place or love, or neither If you will not die for me than live for me if you will not love me then leave if you will not bury the stars in your bones
then what will you do? speak to me this once of promises you will not keep of secrets that will not stay
Not all fates are written in stone ours is written in sand and dust and you are merciless with a broom Clean me out of the corners of your heart, sweep me away with time and the tide
moon goddess, an ambiguity clouds her face, and yours
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