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Evelyn Jey

Evelyn Jey

Summer Tastes Like

Evelyn Jey

Summer tastes like
Rain, and running
And crying into wood,
Like smiling but
Never meaning it–
Like her
With her butterfly shorts
So green
So blue
Yet falling fast and rushing
Because eyes are jeweled too–
It’s not just the sunshine.

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Illegal Birthing

Everything burst open. Ripping, Tearing, Junetime and Maytime When the moths exploded
Infantile

Sometimes, I am lonely. I stare out the window And wish for the world. Not to share it,
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Tearstreaked

You, With your hair up in a ponytail. Stop, I love you. You are too pretty to cry.
Tipping

Suspension is funny. Spiderweb– Pendulum– Noose. Mindly, ungodly things.
Sunthought

What if We loved like We have never before Felt worthless?
Insignificant

Why must the universe burn So big and Bright, stealing all the Attention when a Perfectly good
You Alone

Take me, All of me, Into your strong freckled arms Small from the trees Brown from the sun
Take Me Someplace Else

Red steams under pressure Engines eternally shifting underne… I wish I knew where I was going I wish I knew where I have been For I have lost my memory.
Hold Her

Hold her, Soft against you, She’s afraid to look down. Hold her, Your fingertips on hers,
Somethings

Something coughs inside me, Sharp and scratchy, Crude and weak I feel a cold black finger Pressed up hard against
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Yin-Yang

Perfect S. not spherical You draw the curve Just right or else it isn’t what i… Was supposed to be the Dao. The Tao. The path the black and w…
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Some

Some nails are meant to be painted… Bright colors of turquoise and bla… Some wrists are meant to be decora… With bracelets of gold and silver. Some eyes are meant to be embellis…
In Case Anyone Hasn’t Told You Lately

You Are Drop-dead gorgeous All of your “imperfections” Are simply little pieces of your b…
 3
They Will Never Be

When she walks with her, I often disappear Though fate will dictate me To let alone the ones Who are actively vanishing.
Broken Yellow Beads

Broken yellow beads Spill all over the floor She looks over her shoulder And my stomach sinks. Hello, I say.
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