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Two Poems
by Lara Konesky

almost there

You tracked me down and caught me like a little slut fish hardened out of water
uncovered from a past lover, and shivering.
You knew you would with words and a delicately placed syllable over the repetitive lie
of two separate lives dancing appearances in diaries and dreams and unhinged seams
I don't destruct, I passively allow, through a fuck and all other forms of here and of now
You knew I would be yours with a verb and a noun
and a verse to end the vapid reentry into my ocean
the water is so cold
and you cover me with less than a body more with a hold
there is nothing as loving as the unknown
nothing as passionate as wandering from home
to the covert to the clandestine to the beautiful spark of an almost there, baby
almost there.


We can share a love for things, and not necessarily each other
Just because my hands are in your pants doesn't mean i love you
I like to leave my smell lingering, like a dog in heat
but like a dog, my mind and body stray, if I'm not kept
And do you have any intention of keeping me?
I'm still here. Still here, with a migraine, and too much makeup, and watching the neighbor walk to his car, like a piece of meat
Don't get it wrong, you sexy thing, i will choose you in a battle for my affection
but, i won't fool myself into thinking you're ready to fight, win, or die
not for someone who isn't her, or who won't deliver you from evil, or even someone who feels good drunk
I don't hold the key to your erection, or your underbelly smile, and I am not your muse,
or even someone you use (but could you use me? I'm open, wide open)
It's getting too hot in here, and you won't make it more comfortable
What does that say about us? It will be a long road to who we are supposed to be, and if i am on a rocket, and you are on foot, who gets there first?
And why do i need the competition?
And why do i need your approval?
And why do I have this thirst?
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