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august 12
by Meghan Helmichwe starve, bellies distended
with adulthood, and throw
away the plans thought up
in the lower plains of gravity.
i would rather spend the bottom
of my pockets for your cake,
red letters pushing wishes
into your unexpectant hands.
we are all growing up, breathing
air in a drunken submarine,
depths below the strange sea
of stained grins and squinting
eyes on our hands - held together. 08/13/2008 Author's Note: brianna's birthday.
Posted on 08/13/2008
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/13/08 at 08:50 PM This is a breath of fresh air - it seethes youth, and friendship. Excellent write. |
| Posted by Bek Williams on 08/15/08 at 02:25 AM this is brilliant.
i love the line 'breathing air in a drunken submarine'. excellent! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 08/27/08 at 03:17 AM Hi Meghan,
This is lovely. Great write. |
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