Rachel's Floetry

  • Scissors

    When you cut me from your life, did you use scissors?   Did you cut carefully like I was a curving, challenging, stencil?   Occasionally I feel like a frayed ghost limb from a thoughtless tear.   Maybe I was creased first before you casually pulled           me      …

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  • Old Places

    For those places no longer home. Kept safest in your minds own. Heart aches for trodden roads. Soul weighs with forgotten ghosts. A hum whose words are lost, of curtains drawn, and bridges crossed. The streets recede twisted and strange. I know this dream if only by name. This Avenue’s familiar. The gates – The…

    Rachel • RachieVee

  • Child’s Fairy Tale

    When I was a child, I saw with blinded eyes. White sheets by my side down my living room aisle. Human porcelain came to life and lip-gloss gave me years. Plastic plugs clipped on my ears, a lollipop took away tears. Pairs of socks stuffed into my shirt, toes sink into giant shoes. Little pink…

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  • Pigeons

    Sopa de paloma. Does mama pluck them? From the fence? From the street? Before she chucks them, not from the sky, but brethren with feet upright into the pot. Does she fetch a price for their beaks? Do the eyes get so hot, they burst? Not chicken, the birds? Do they come from allá? The…

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  • School Bus

    I hinggge and hissss at every red where all that is smaller than I come to screeching halts before bumping nose to ass And those that are smallest are the only smalls I stop for I bend every corner like I’m trying to stretch it Break it Make a hole in it Rip it Make…

    Rachel • RachieVee