Paperweight Poetry

She went out like a finger tapping the last embers of a cigarette without a ripple or even a change in the water like an island falling off the map, a city melting into the sea. -anna sluder

I've loved you, I love you, and I will love you -an excerpt from a book I'll never write -an excerpt from a love I'll never hold -an excerpt from a soul I can't claim to know -an excerpt from a life I'll never live. -anna sluder

if souls are feathered we could be free but if they are petaled we could be beautiful and I don't know which is more important. -anna sluder

Inhale. He glares at me. Exhale. He cholerically stares. "I'm sorry. Am I taking up too much of your air?" -anna sluder 

He ran a finger over her life line it ran short on her palm like a curl of a ribbon the curve of a question mark to how long will she live "you'll live a long long life" he lied Her eyes were too bright to tell her otherwise. -anna sluder

and there is a loudness to the people with no ears mouths just screaming in a deaf saloon where the air is drunk with smoke and bodies they don't even know what they say and a woman moves between the pages of vapor and cloud like her own perfume that stands out between the taste of dusty old pages and she is different and together we are loud in our silence. -anna sluder

Piano keys bone with rot between the teeth click and clack like kneecaps banging together like the foolish grin spreading wide pulling apart like stitches and the sound pours out like blood and I dance in it. -anna sluder

he was just another bastard dipped in money listed as a good time in the penny saver. -anna sluder