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Quite a few comments on my last post asked me to share some of my poetry here on Jupe, and I am happy to oblige (although also somewhat terrified!)...I popped a poem in at the bottom of this post if you'd like to read it!
On your way to the bottom of the post, however, don't forget to admire these totally rad pants that cost $1.49 and feel like snuggling in pajamas 24/7. Yes, they are official 80s vintage. Yes, I love them and want to wear them every day. Yes, they are total grandma pants. But I've been convincing myself they don't look too terrible--after all, they inspired pants styles that are really trendy now--I'm just rocking the originals.
Falling Outwards
You looking at me with adoration
is thin to burst by bite
like an apple skin--
the beneath white flesh
my tongue runs against
is bitter, unripe,
with the peeling taint of arsenic.
Stroking a butterfly’s wing,
small, bright-coloured scales
stick to your fingertips;
which is like you touching me.
And in yours like the sky,
my eyes find
the blue unattainable.
Listen to water rushing away,
not at all the sound of water rushing inward,
and you will hear yourself speaking
happiness to me.
<3 Cambria
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