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November 28, 2014 Poetry


Laura Theobald

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from what my hair says about you

announcers on television will say things like “he was just too late” during a soccer match when a player fails to follow up on a set towards a goal. it adds a sort of closure to the event or nonevent like “ok that’s what happened.” we can go on, we can move past the point, we can accept the perfect logic of a person simply failing to arrive at a certain point at a certain time. when i watch soccer i feel like a soccer field. i lay my problems out on the field and watch the players run across. “you crave intimacy from people who crave intimacy but who have trouble letting people in” the field says. the players run across, 2-1



from the soul wants to talk

i’m crying because you are in my shoe. i dreamt of the void and it was pink and we were in it. void and happy and with sprinkles on top. i’m sleeping too much. it’s hard to be awake. i thought of death as a metaphor. even with her eyes now finally shut forever i’m not quite thinking of it. there was not enough time to plan and yet there was a plan. when the time comes you know who stands where and who holds what end of the casket. i don’t call and i don’t send a card. my aunts are angry birds. their countless feathers and offspring and offering no room to stand



from your wholesome wilderness

my friend said about lobsters and he said “lobsters?” and i said “yes” and he said “where?” and i said “florida” and he said “really?” and i said “yes.” i was terrified of their flappy tails and their snappy little pincers. their little biting underwater tornado. their little dustcloud with claws. in the ocean in the middle of the ocean you can be afraid



from it isn’t real

there is the moment when the fish crawls out of the water and there is the moment when you ask why i always believed. this happens in the movie. it isn’t real. your dick pops out of the refrigerator and just stays there. you think i’m acting



from come in my kitchen

come into my kitchen. feel the space of. stand away from me so i can look at you. it’s been so long. i want to tie down every part of your miracle body. hold your arms out. the morning light is following you through the window. it’s landing on your skin. it’s having a time with you. move through the light. be part of the light


image: Kate Greenstreet