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I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
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Always
Never
Poem
Door
Window
Doors

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Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.
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But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.
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Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.
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Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.
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If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
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Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.
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Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?
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To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
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and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
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I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.
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My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
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If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
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When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
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Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.
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Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
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We have to create it is the only thing louder than destruction.
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Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
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