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yearning

February 4, 2022February 5, 2022 elipauleyLeave a comment

fucking hurts  it makes your veins swell up coming to the surface of your skin jonesing for release can you touch me can i pour myself into you do you want me to? like a child throwing a temper tantrum who has only kicked the ground 14 times must kick it 15 before their fire… Continue reading yearning →

plan b

September 26, 2017May 2, 2021 elipauleyLeave a comment

I sit in the in-between Between earth that is giving And earth that takes Somewhere that begets And begets Like in the bible So long ago A story that minds, Who are quiet and lonely, Look to for answers How does my body sing that song? No answers are given But multitudes of names Who… Continue reading plan b →

the g train.

July 7, 2017June 7, 2018 elipauleyLeave a comment

i numb my tongue                                                                wanting to cry out all manner of things                         … Continue reading the g train. →

at my most alive

June 11, 2017September 26, 2017 elipauleyLeave a comment

and at my most alive i wish someone would say yes. i love the way your heart beats when it's falling out of your chest. i recognize you. i will not hide and then shame you for wanting to be found.

delbert wells: cowboy, man, adored.

May 10, 2017March 25, 2021 elipauleyLeave a comment

i grew up with a cowboy in my life a tap dancing, law teaching, treasure having cowboy. not all little girls are so lucky. he let me climb on him like a mountain holding my wrists up and up my little pink booted feet climbed up to the sky blue eyes of this cowboy man those eyes… Continue reading delbert wells: cowboy, man, adored. →

I’m a Romantic.

February 18, 2016July 6, 2021 elipauleyLeave a comment

I'm a romantic. I believe in the hard, true struggle of waking up each morning and choosing the sprawled body next to you over and over again. I'm a romantic because I am built to last. I'm a romantic because I didn't throw away your Grandma's funeral program even though she never bothered to learn my… Continue reading I’m a Romantic. →

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