breakup poem 1, 2, and 3
breia gore
Breakup Poem #1
You fall in love, then the rest
of your life is making peace
with demons who feed you
cinnamon buns that leave
an aftertaste of money
in your mouth. You fall
in love - this is all you can
taste. You fall in love - realize
demons purge, and runaway
from themselves in the time it
takes to set up a campsite.
Breakup Poem #2
Listen to this - I was innocent
until the cassette slid into the eight-track.
Dim-lighted manipulation as I search for stronger emotions
and more effort into being overarchingly clean.
I clog up states with my tears - more water than thunderstorms.
Reinvention hits my face - and he doesn’t even know
what humidity feels like. See it in my face, my drawers, my soaked neck,
my mosquito
bites that itch like hell.
All your regret goes into one stranger. Listen to this though -
no more pity or gimmicks.
Breakup Poem #3
notions of i miss you are sprinkled on the floor / my eye is still blurry from too much blue light / i think i turned myself schizo / now there are too many dead nerve endings for happiness / still I may possibly walk the half mile to dunkin donuts for a dozen of all-mine goodness / stay in my protective bubble alone for all lifetimes / scratch my head with no antidotes but crème-filled tokyo-future-aloofness / live with my cotton-candy-colored crystals and occasional batch of milk cupcakes / i water-colored for the first time the other day and knew my metamorphosis spoke of nothing / an I need you melts on my tongue / weighs me down and swims to the surface before I even have a chance to spit it out
Breia Gore is an Asian-American artist from the south. She is the author of "Not For Us To Conquer" (Finishing Line Press) and "Leo Hovering" (Bottlecap Press). A Pushcart Prize Nominee, her work has appeared in GMob Mag, Pink Apple Press, and Corporeal Literary, amongst others. Follow her @breiagore.
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