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Junk Mail

anna magee (January 24th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/junk-mail

Love in Portland

We took a walk

through Portland lights,

He asked me why

breakups made him feel like a 

balloon pressing too close to 

a sharp ceiling

He looked at me and smiled

But he didn’t choose me.

At 3 am he wrapped his thoughts

A little too closely to the pain

So I tiptoed up stairs at dawn

And slid into his bed

To warm his body and his brain

But he didn’t choose me.

On rainy nights we jumped in puddles 

and talked about the future

in a playground down the street

He told me his dreams

And I told him mine

A shooting star crossed the sky

But he didn’t choose me.

Down the road now a little ways

In a sunny September glaze

He told me he missed me

In the bed in the attic

He cried into my body

And I felt my release

But he didn’t choose me.

He came back again

The weekend after

To drink the devil’s wine

Drunk; a laugh, a kiss

Talk of old times

He said he was sorry

But he didn’t choose me.

Now the summer sun

Is obscured behind buildings

Touching the sky

And he took me to his heart

And gave it all to me

And said if he could go back

And do it all again

He would choose me.

I fought my way into his head

Into his thoughts, into his bed

For so hard and so long

But now that the time had come

All the things inside my head

All the things he’d ever said

Built a wall between him and I

He asked me to choose him.

I chose myself.

anna magee (~ July 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/love-portland

Silence

anna magee (March 1st, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/silence-494684

Stuffed Animal Massacre

February 25, 2021

Here and there one can find

Little puffy streams that spill through the carpet

An indication of seams split, an unknown victim,

Soft piles of proof, a give away

Leading velvet trails twisting toward the culprit

Who is sitting almost expectantly by the window

With a face

Of audacity, or guilt, perhaps both

Beaming from puppy eyes

A single string still dangling from quivering lips

As if to engrave the point

- anna magee

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/stuffed-animal-massacre

LD Blues

anna magee (~2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/ld-blues

Homecoming

anna magee (~2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/homecoming

Butterfingers

anna magee (August, 2017)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/butterfingers

JMM-D

anna magee (~June, 2016)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/jmm-d

A lost cabin in the woods

The smell of tattered, old books

The way calathea feel between the finger tips

Its velvety existence

Musk of the cabins past life

The dust tells of it’s strife

it lies in the walls, the ones that don’t speak

What stories live among the antiques?