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3 poems by Jamie Hunyor

8/7/2013

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#todayisapalindrome
i will end my day in the same bed i woke
in [& once again w/ out her]. “is it alright
if i keep writing these poems?” i want to ask
[but polite questioning is unnecessary for poetry].
she trapped me in the lens of her loaner
camera & i will keep her in this notebook
as long as she permits. if she says: “no,” i will
roll them into marijuana cigarettes [&
inhale deeply].

#skramzlyfe
the water is absurdly cold after a week of
adjusting to its warmth. “did you just say
something poetic?” she asked. we chopped our
hair off together & i ran out on her to
go get drunk at the Skull [this wouldn’t be
a poem about lost love w/ out alcohol]. but she
taught me to love again & i will never
forget that. she is the sun // i am only
a planet feeding off her energy [i am a
parasite]. “God, if you’re out there, forgive
this frustration,” i shouted tho only the moon &
the stars in the night sky could hear me. the
universe is the Most Holy, Infinite & Unapologetic
[& i waste words on secular “sorry’s”]. i will be
anything she wants me to be: nothing, everything or
the spectrum between.

#privatepoetryreading
i’m sorry that the first sentence of this
poem is about yr pierced nipples. “come sleep
in my bed,” i said. what i really meant to
say was: “we should be lovers” [you must have
understood & i think you are pretty]. listen
to the first birds of morning chirping like
flying sneakers w/ beaks mowed down by
alarm clocks waking us from dreams
[see them swimming]? long kisses hang around
guiltily on my chest & it’s March &
this poem is for you.

photo credit: ravijain_92 via photopin cc
2 Comments
she/her
8/7/2013 06:19:53 am

they read well altogether.

p.s. i'd like to read something you wrote over the summer, sometime. if that's ok

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9/30/2013 05:57:51 am

I enjoyed reading your blog, thank you.

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