November 13th: 9 oclock show (optimistic winter poem #1) Poetry
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Jilli Penner
Rocklin, California, USA
Henry Kneiszel
What words are hidden behind our “I love you”s? We’re not allowed to have tickle fights like that anymore my dear
Duluth, Minnesota, USA
The first snow of winter is like a hug from a friend who’s just a friend Disappointing if you’re hanging on to something But experts agree it can also bring profound comfort Life is about meeting things where they are And poetry is a trading card game for where things are appreciators I’m grateful to be going 20 on the freeway So I can enjoy the beauty of winter’s stained glass windshield without worrying about imminent death Always wiping Never quite clear Meet me where I am and hold me here Trade me your January Joy for my extra copy of Thanksgiving Optimism Listen, Fuck the pilgrims, But I love the human impulse to replace the vanishing sun with casserole and connection And if you can’t get it at home, I’ll bring you some in tupperware And we can brainstorm holidays for people just like us Winter is a tennis serve Winter is a lifelong project Winter is a cold, hard, wonderful poetry contest with yourself And this year I’m submitting my whole catalog I’m glad I put the snow tires on in time
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My name should no longer be Beautiful Can’t be what draws my eyes From my feet up your chest While you graze my hair behind my ear Continually painting that smile between my dimples Blushing my cheeks your favorite shade of rose You own more of my late night drives than anyone else Didn’t realize I bought your scent as a car freshener Are we simply going back to the basics For hopes of a more successful finish?