chrissy.city

my city, my rules

Category: Poetry

  • Feels like

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    “because I think I’m alone until I hear Hal from the smoke shop say: “Get it girl.””

  • Charged

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    on a feeling that can’t reach absolution.

  • Ujjayi

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    dripping into triangle pose,with strong legs anda twisting core,my palm sliding downsore, soft shinsto reach the floor,and my eyes, which ought to be fixedon my opposite hand,are momentarily fixed on youand the way you like to watch.powder-pink carnationsin a cobalt-bluetranslucent pitcher.your unbuttoned,secondhand-ownedNaked & Famous shirt.the conversation you decide to startwhile I’m in the most difficult…

  • Archived

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    my hair is getting longerand my body keeps getting smallerI make boring appointmentsreceive compliments I want to return,but I don’t want to seem contrived.what I really want?is this parking lot to be empty,so I can dance to this song.I’ll settle for memory mining, though my co-author prefers meto stay silent. he’ll say:shh, get back in…

  • Cherry + Espresso

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    I pick up Gigion the strip of road with no sidewalkand I unintentionally strut,wearing the short-shorts I slept inand a shirt that the breeze blows through,my chin forward and my shoulders back.I carry her snugin between my ribs and my hip.I can feel her back legsdangling behind meand I suppress a laughthat ends up as…

  • a Bee in the Sand 🎧

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    Collecting moments from a snippet or a slow scene, as if they were rocks I could turn over in my hand and spot their individuality the way the light catches on one or the coarse texture of another. I want to look at them all at once and line them up, just to say: This?…

  • Muovi il culo, è Pasqua 🎧

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    I love the way we sort of free falldown the stairs in the morningsfor our walk.But especiallyon holiday mornings.I think about someone my ageawake to watch their childrenexperience the plastic sensationsof their Easter basketwhile they sip a coffee.But for me, it’s different—and this isn’t to say one version isbetter or worse.I love the stillnessthe normally…

  • oh, woe is me 🎵

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    Can I be vulnerable for a sec? Oh, I’m already vulnerable? Thank you for reading me, whoever you are. Even if you just skim a paragraph, or roll your eyes at a sentence. Thank you for any moment where you exhale and think, “That was good,” or “That was funny,” or if there was even…

  • Take a Nap-a

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    I fall asleep gigglingto Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw,Recognized by all asAnnoying or beloved—For her shoe addiction,Her emotional bigness over Big’semotional avoidance,Or the missed chance withFurniture-making, golden-retriever Aiden. But I see her differently:A pun-loving comedy genius,Staring at buildingsJust before she leaves them. I’ve rewatched this showOnce every decade since my teens.And now, at thirty-eight,It…