cl3opatra

[cl3opatra]

your gentle hands, the twitch of your body in sleep,

slight snores and silent affection,

gin and cigarretes,

i get caged, a captive of your expanse

i slowly make this my home,

even when i have been homeless,

for an eternity

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[cl3opatra]

my whole life has become a ghostown of everything I've ever loved and lost. what am i if not just the absence of you?

-noelia

[cl3opatra]

EILEEN 2023 — dir. William Oldroyd

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[cl3opatra]

i feel this tender gratitude

towards the earth

to the warm earthy smell

of the rain in the countryside

my mother's gossip

the wrinkles

my father's aged-boyish laugh

my body doesn't want to run

grounded

i am home. i am home.

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[cl3opatra]

the asian man driving the buggy ride

takes a two-second look at my blackness

and refuses to carry me

a white woman in sympathy

tells me i can join in

my tears balance

i do not sob

when she realizes her privilege

i do not break

i refuse to feed the earth

its shame

my body will not carry

i remind myself

what the world can't accommodate.

i am enough.

black.

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[cl3opatra]

History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.

— Anne Boyer, from "No," published on the Poetry Foundation blog

[cl3opatra]

today the bank teller asks me why i look sad

i have run out of words to explain my despondency.

how do I tell a stranger that everyday

i feel so shattered, so detached.

all faces sometimes look like yours.

you left with all my life.

love, you left me just bones and a faint breath.

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[cl3opatra]

you tell me you think you are broken

i invent a whole theory of how humans

are just bent, some more than others

but not broken.

you smile.

i half-convince you of your worth.

you smile,a premonition, ammunition.

you break me,

this is not a bend,

i whisper to my bleeding wrists.

she broke me

in ways that aren't humanly possible.

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[cl3opatra]

she broke me in ways i thought weren't humanly possible.

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[cl3opatra]

i beg you to stay

someone once told me to never make a home out of someone who doesn't love me

but i am a refugee and at night I need saving and in the morning i have 4 month pregnant cravings for a love that only we make

by the afternoon I get homesick.

i am still crawling, on my knees. my hands bleeding. begging you to have mercy on my homelessness. throw me some change.

i promise to not need much, to curl myself in the corner of your heart. not much space, I cry. i will eat the scraps from the floor, I cry.

you still leave. i am left a ball. insignificant.

a 10 reasons i could never leave rendition

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[cl3opatra]

“I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold. It is my one wild and precious life, after all.”

— Jessi Kirby, Golden

[cl3opatra]

"So much of the pain of loneliness is to do with concealment, with feeling compelled to hide vulnerability, to tuck ugliness away, to cover up scars as if they are literally repulsive. But why hide? What's so shameful about wanting, about desire, about having failed to achieve satisfaction, about experiencing unhappiness? Why this need to constantly inhabit peak states, or to be comfortably sealed inside a unit of two, turned inward from the world at large?"

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[cl3opatra]

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE DIFFERENCE; BETWEEN BEING LONELY & BEING ALONE.

jennifer s. cheng // @camojacketfag // heather havrilesky // @camojacketfag // carol lee // @twinsfawn // jenny slate.

[cl3opatra]

i tear my heart open for you

i show you the patched up

tendons

the bleeding scabs

my therapy notes even

beg you to wipe the pus

to love me even

i promise you the world

in prose

in a voice long forgotten

you still leave

i am walking around

with an open wound

catharsis.

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[cl3opatra]

i make a home here

in my always troubled soul.

i cry my thoughts out

my self doubt even.

the anchor

on my lovers’ validation

breaks.

free.

this oyster

stretches beyond me.

i break

as i heal.

i am home

this body is home.

these thoughts even.

i want to believe.

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[cl3opatra]

to be in silence

the world’s troubles afar

i reach for my ulcers

i adore them,

love them even.

home.

caresses.

these are mine

i sob.

and no one else’s.

i own them.

healing.

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[cl3opatra]

these mornings

the world is too big

no one holds my hand

i feel so alone

in the warmest of embraces

i wish my heart away

my life even.

i heave.

the sadness doesn’t leave.

i don’t want to live here

in my body i mean.

i am a foreigner.

a black man

in Corpus Christi.

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