Sophia Dahlin

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sweetheart please clamor, I am 100 aroused ears
quivering as if dispersed across a field
and I feel my foliage enlarging
rambling skyward in listening rhapsodic

eyes sliding neatly into the corner
where the sweetheart perches, daintily 
visible, as fraught

as rain upon my fleshy area
or like we’re in a cave, I wrote café
when the rain nips patrons from the sidewalk in

but I mean like we ranged on vacant rock
not knowing rain other than drips
you purge from stalactite 
to stalagmite pointing ends

if I wrote tip it wd unfortunately rhyme
babeface leaf through me ungently as the researcher
who fears not library fines, bunch
my pages to extract
any info you could use

I mean to be mobile, I mean to rise startlingly
with your bouncing hand, no I mean to lie shudderingly
like stalks of waiting listeners and weeds
or be a brown bird gnarly in the sun

Broke Up

I give up my lizard

yeah
go find heat buddy

I live in a bank
it’s all like “water” I’m like “ca$h”
dammit $$$ so I don’t sun
nor are there rocks to be upon

I have bosses
have bosses have

pulled through by noses

I’m a dry fish is how I met the lizard
yes lizard in the day’s heat
pulsed and shone

and I was like “water”
“water” the bank said “$$$$$$”
my nose was like “yes”
the liz was “what is it?”

I was alive to the emotion
I knew my breath was being held

liz goes
for me it has melted

all my lucre goes
teeter-totter on a scale

Did It Hurt Tho

the sun is out for good
the snow is halving

half of my heart is homeland

half is mustard
I make the most of it

normal and blooming
all yellow's best
you say

I knew for once
things that my heart could do

not follow a bus
or turn over in hand
my heart

waits until floating
that's the manna of it

manna's out in the sun
falls from the sky

like you did

like you did
before you were mine

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Sophia Dahlin is a poet in Oakland, but she was a poet in Philadelphia. Her first full length collection, Natch, is now out from City Lights Books.