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ab irato

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ab irato

I try not to listen, or remember.
Each thread of you spools around my heart,
tightly wound so that it swells. I dream
of a rib, bruised. Mind follows; a dark speck
against the backdrop of years.

Whatever you meant to destroy, you
succeeded. Always a shadow in your midst,
silent & hungry. A girl on a wall, looking to
escape the empty hours.

Nothing ever changes
for long.

A seagull flies above, not concerned
with its kind, or their whereabouts.
I imagine, like me, it must have found
the waves

too intrusive & cold. All the noise
& hypocrisy

Unbearable.

You smirk like a dictator
who has divided & conquered.
You look at your reflection

with the sort of satisfaction
that only your kind can know.

Nobody suspects you of anything.
How utterly charming you are.

– Heather Lenz

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Low

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wind

Low

It’s never you, is it? Everything I see
drifts away from me in small increments of time.
Hands are empty.

Yesterday the wind tossed my red hair
toward the sky. I thought of what a tyrant
hope can be. I fell asleep, mascara staining
the pillow with unspoken words, idle tears.

I do nothing but sit here & think
who I might have been. I remember
a lake house, all that crumbled & fell

away, from otherwise capable minds.
A piano I never learned to play
arises in a vision of startled anger, defeat.

I know you wouldn’t care to rectify anything.
Least of all, me. What purpose would that
serve you anyway. There are so many
others worth your time.

I walk out of the building, back into the wind.
The streets & trees mock me. I have
nowhere to run.

-Heather Lenz

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Soon

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photo credit: Heather Lenz

photo by: Heather Lenz

Soon

Who are you to tell me
what I need or who I am? Point out each
supposed flaw

When I am a tree, still & quiet–
barely alive among your wreckage.

You pick my fruit when I feel warm &
leave me barren. It is always winter
when you sit on your throne in my shade

like a winning god who fools everyone. &
you devour all that is left of me, even the sapling,
that once grew beside me.

The lightning in your eyes severs my
branches, those that once reached
toward numerous stars & gathered
windswept rain.

I’ve become rooted in your
corroded soil. I am full of rust now,
stories & wisdom too painful to name.

You go about your days feeding
off the last of me. Soon
I will burn to the ground.

Soon.

& few will know or understand
what started that fire. They will
shake their heads & say

“A damn shame about that odd tree
that stood for so many years”

Then they will probably shake your hand
give their condolences,
& walk away.

-Heather Lenz
Feb. 2016

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Souvenir

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Souvenir

This old favorite shirt,
sits in a box somewhere.

I remember wearing it for you,
always curling my hair, cleaning
your house, giving you my body
on nights we danced together,
& then again at dawn, before

you’d leave for work. You were
supposed to be the better one–

the one who knew tenderness,
the one who didn’t hurl insults.
Definitely the one who didn’t
stain this shirt with my blood

or have me in stitches at some
local ER.

Your jealous Tequila rage
is what I remember most now.
The shirt, a souvenir that reminds me
of all I can no longer endure, from
anyone.

I was too fragile for your angry,
calloused palms. You crushed me
in your fist, & my heart just
fell away…

-Heather Lenz

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Your Turn

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I Will Never If You Never

Your Turn

Beneath your hands
I’d be content. I know by
your eyes & you touching me
where it hurts.

& I know that your smile
becomes my own, in hours when
I cannot sleep & you are the thought
that gives me peace.

What would you have to lose
by looking into my eyes &
allowing my body to explore
the places of yours.

Loneliness? Pain? Empty hours
of people’s endless complaints?
Shadows too dark to name?

Maybe someone should hold
your heart again, touch you where
it hurts, listen to all the thoughts & wishes
you have no time to share.

Hurry now, & wake up. There
is so much waiting here, so much
desire & passion to envelop you

So many things I long to say
or whisper…

& all pleasure like a warm
fire in winter, to give to you.

-Heather Lenz
February 16, 2016

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