Tag Archives: poetry

i don’t want to down your up

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i don’t want to down your up but it’s october tomorrow & everything’s falling & i need to fall too but backwards into leaves & just breathe those crushed tannins that taste of tea & home.  home in the child sense … Continue reading →

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double standards

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she has two children by two different fathers you said, as if somehow that made her less i traced circles on your chest wrapped my fingers in that hair, and pulled just enough to sting or draw attention to my … Continue reading →

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eavesdropping half of a conversation

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

corcovado, bossa is too bright & fast for this coffee line but the piano joys in slides & chopped chords tickling ears like peacock feathers i want to shrink away from– beautiful but annoying coffee & chocolate beige the air … Continue reading →

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veterans park, 1984

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

1984 was the year we wore yellow eyeshadow & found punk, hummed along to disgust muttered tuneless by skeletal men we called artists who exhaled heroin bitterness instead of lyrics & rasped desperation that set our teeth on edge it was … Continue reading →

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life in 40-dollar increments

Posted on September 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i never saw life as strung cigarette to cigarette & maybe that’s why those small escapes are legal but deadly.  you smell money in a room the way a shark tastes bait blood in water, small eyes hunting the source you would kill for … Continue reading →

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mommy genes

Posted on September 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

these are not the skinny jeans folded on top of the closet shelf i think i am somehow going to wear again & they’re not the mom jeans roomy enough at the hips no. these are the genes that supposedly … Continue reading →

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i do this

Posted on September 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i don’t listen to mangione much any more just in early fall or sometimes spring since the night i met him & forgot your name for a second time, difficult to hear over all that brass just in early fall or sometimes spring … Continue reading →

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