Cigarettes and Tangerine This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

April 1, 2011
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(the nearness of you
invoked a loneliness
i never knew before)

Only when I sleep,
am I awake.

Sleep,

and reels of thoughts
spin on infinitesimal hope
and sound waves
lock with ropes of tears

Sleep,

and I'm drifting
on the black waves of slumber,
dreaming of your opaque eyes,
the November sun,
cigarettes and tangerine.

But wake,
and you will be
just a quiet hope
tucked under
a wing of my prayer.

Wake,
and I cannot love you.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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