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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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Team Uncle

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Hug

Team Uncle

You with your Florida tan
set against blue eyes of secrets.
& your smile, the warmth of your hug,
your kiss on my pale cheek.

I could see so many things
you could not say to those
around you, how you listened

quietly & sometimes shook your head
at the way we all become or think or
revel in our own lost ways.

& I remember when we played
the bean-bag toss that summer day,
how your knees ached & I could see
your difficulty.

I bent down & picked them up for
you…

You said “thank you, darlin” each time &
who knew that would be our first & final
games together.

The last time I saw you was on
your birthday, basking in the sun &
content it wasn’t raining in Seattle.

I leaned down to hug you,
wish you a Happy one.
A kiss on my neck like a sweet

Florida orange. A finality I did not
yet know.

& I heard about those
hurricanes that demolished your
childhood. How angry my inward

fits have been, (knowing all too well
how cradles can fall at various speeds).

I guess I’m just writing this
to tell you, that wherever you
are now…

I’m still on your team.

-Heather Lenz
February 16, 2016

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