Poems from meggiegladue
I write things, I read things, I spin things, I draw things, I watch things, and I obsess over everything.
Our waltz is not a dance
that I would forget
It wears out the soles of my shoes
and the hours in my day.
Our waltz is not a dance
that I...
Your porcelain keys
and golden strings
come natural as
the blue jay sings
You’re going places
I can tell
You’ll leave me here
It’s just as...
Think back….
Can you remember houses made of cardboard boxes
Out of which came your parents’ new furniture from ikea
Do you remember...
You are the picture frame I got for my fourteenth birthday
That still, to this day hangs empty on my wall.
In your hands you hold the first...
Broken curfews,
Broken laws,
Broken mirrors
on her walls.
Broken bottles,
Broken homes
Broken boy
feels all alone.
Broken girl
with Broken...