Poems from shel

I bubble from the ground like a river, race down the mountains to your ocean like a glacier in the spring.    You are quietly tumultuous,...
I’m not writing to you. 
I’m not. 
 I’m just writing. 
 Working on being bad at lying 
again. Like I was with my parents 
 not with him,...
You believed in love at 16 you didn't learn it was a lie not for five years but you suspected it every day  every time you cried in the...
I think you must be some kind of heaven-sent retribution  for all the hearts I broke remorselessly but someone ought to tell the gods I...
From class or from work  or during a panic attack or cross country travels, or from the bedside of a dying father, they all make time for...

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