Shoe Box Illusions

by AmandaKlarin

August 21, 2017

Sometimes midnight is only 7:15

And blue hand print bruises

Are only charred yellow bone dust

Sometimes I see the scars like Pandora’s

Box but they only exist in a suitcase

You gave me knit sweaters and necklaces

and songs but I wore them as safety goggles

Im trying to show the world why Im not sorry for that

But it is leaving pinched unpretty on the

Bridge of my nose

I see myself holding universes on the

Tip of my nose

I still dont know why I see body shell and blue

All at the same time

But I do see something beautiful in it

Never in my life have I seen

Black roses or bear claw shadow puppets

But Im young

And I realize the farther I

Stand from goggle games the more

Time Im making for that

But Im not afraid

At least not here

Miles and months away

The last time I said Im sorry is

technically a month ago today

But I see galaxies full of

Graveyard between my

Soul and yours I

Have given up trying to

Show there is

Nothing sad about that

Let them mourn the me that crumpled in

Paper fingers let them pity

And pick broken glass out of the

Love for whom I

Needed a shield

My story is too big for small

Scar extra details

Let me tell you the times I saw the

Face and the moon and cried

Let me show you what

I see in the lightning

Bugs standing on my skin

Come see how beautiful it is

Leave everything under the wind

By: Amanda Klarin

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