Spiral Alchemy

Tag: poem

  • Hold

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    There’s an insatiable hunger that food can never dull. It lives in the deepest crevice of your heart, and contorts your dreams till you’re sick. Feed it too much and the hunger spreads. Feed it too little and it’ll eat its way out. Feed it nothing – now that’s the trick. Like a dog whose…

  • Ode to Rose

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    I pull back my hair with your raisin clip as you waltz in and out of rooms Only you can paint with olive oil on Sunday morning “Can I help with anything?”   Fine sesame hair, freckled skin that smells like sunrise Your broken nail clings to my hair during braiding time It’s only 7…

  • Kitty

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    I spent my first five dollar bill on you. I held your striped paw in one hand and gripped Papa’s calloused finger in the other. Sometimes you were “she”, sometimes “he”, “it” even. I named you Ashley for a day after watching an Olsen twins film. That didn’t suit you at all. Sorry for smothering…

  • Monte Verde

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    Let’s race like our Spy Kids days through the wasted masses Tequila threatens my insides as the bass collapses   Our family’s far behind us We’re dancing in a cloud Marlboro smoke and gold confetti Am I thinking out loud?   Weaving past stumbling bodies My insides are crawling out Outside the celestial labyrinth tequila…

  • Drifting

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    I’m still running low on exuberance, wasting youth in suspended motion. My yearnings remain unchanged and the outcomes fail to please. When thirst is unquenchable because you have made it so And it seems the Moon no longer responds though you ask her where to go.

  • You

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    Let me ponder your silhouette all that was yours alone, which now is ours Stand before me in the flesh with wine lips, trembling, whispering professions of eternity A glance from your eyes overshadows the mundane The only perspective that matters You.

  • Breeze

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    by

    Mariana Rodrigues Cabral
    in

    I watch the wind blow Surroundings fade to Blissful nothing like My mind on days Void of you here