Selected Poems
by Annabella Dlugi
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Anxiety is like an AirPod you can’t take out Whispering words and then placating you Til the words are more real than the ears that heard them And the words write a book you reread
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I’d sooner be but comma The sentence - ever - you A period, a poser to interrupt the two
I’d sooner be the measure notes too loud to tune crystalised piano bows down to dusty June
Write - a key - a gateway punctuation can’t imply these stepping stones of wonder to dark, pervaded eyes
to live
Do we dare to be happy is that the bravest breath to be just a Dandelion, in the grass behind the picnic tree
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Perfection is only a promise Of a china glass half full Yet china is china is beauty And beauty is beauty yet dull Write me this instant right now Til the pencil is withered and gone And the trees are still paper or silver The night is still dark is still young Perfection is only a promise Of notebooks left empty left dry And windows unopened less sultry As water on stardust on rye
Currently studying abroad in London, Annabella Dlugi is a student at Lawrence University most interested in the intersection of arts, literature, and equity. She is fueled by overpriced lattes, water walks, friends, and anything involving a stage.