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I don't hold a child in my arms,
when I hold my child.
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I went through my own Vietnam
a secret Vietnam
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I can't believe
we ever thought
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I think that sometimes
God gives me the ability
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My eyes are not limpid pools of anything
they are hard, steely bits
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I stand at my door frame
and look out
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When you hold me
the darkness shrinks,
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In trying to make you happy
I fail
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a poem about giving birth
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A glance at my promise ring,
heavy and blue,
by Dean
36 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 17 12:51 PM
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When my baby cries
she gets the look in her eyes that says
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I'm going to put the hammer to my heart this time,
I promise
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Let's not do this again
(Let's, as in us,
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The Sarah from my angry days is shouting
"You don't owe him a thing
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She doesn't have a child yet
{good naturedly, she does the breakfast dishes
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Despair is a White Woman whisphering:
A rubber band stretches and stretches
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My heart is so old,
so goddamn old
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I was a stranger to love before you
a garbled immigrant, frustrated
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Please, gentle poetry
let me see this in a kinder light
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How strange and disturbing
this break in cause
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You fill the morning with promise
by Dean
30 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 29 1:13 PM 2008. In Love
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It’s not out of me yet
But somehow you got inside
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I fear to edit my poetry
to get irreversibly stooped in
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The woman's body is beautiful
we are grapes,
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I'm going to carve out a piece of happiness for myself.
I'll do it when no one is looking.
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In society's eyes
I'm overweight, out of shape, and I don't get much sleep
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You are like chocolate to me
On a cold day you are a precious moment of warmth
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disassemble me
arrange my parts on the table
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We're both silent and shattered
and though we want to be kinder
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You robbed me of my tears
I shouldn't cry
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I failed
throwing it into the air, tasting the curve of the vowels
by Dean
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 6 2:38 PM 2007. In Pain, Sad
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I don’t know if I can let you know me,
the big secrets don’t flash,
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