Rachel's Floetry

  • Train Tracks

    The train tracks used to speak to me. As susurration – a withdrawing tide at my ankles, a lariat around my leaden heart.   A disguised lullaby, like an offer from bathtub water of murmured matrimony.   – Rachel R. Vasquez, September 2017 This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.…

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  • 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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  • Untitled

    Like tryna’ to catch water. Could never win, no matter how much I fought her. A pointless carousel, I watched it dissolve. Those revolving doors, couldn’t take it anymore, as they took us round and round, and I wound up a deserter. Couldn’t pretend, couldn’t float on the deep end, felt like an accessory to…

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  • Beloved Stranger

    Beloved Stranger I knew you in the dark Where the depths Blind us from one another I knew that gaping hole That swallows more and more of you With each passing day I knew the wandering in the desert When the sun blanches our eyes And it’s too cold at night Even though I knew…

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