Copyright 2016 by Alyxandra Harvey
you roll your eyes when you say it.
you would hold your hand to a flame
to prove yourself
and never notice your hair was on fire.
you’ll say it with respect
with blood in your mouth.
where do you think words go?
and art and music?
everything needs a home.
they crawl inside us like strange seeds
we might also be called
but we are women
you will laugh about
those kinds of stories,
never seeing the sonnet beneath.
anyway, a little dirt never hurt anyone.
our bones are made of stories,
some of them our own
some of them bridges from other places
but here is where we meet
to share a new language.
why shouldn’t we?
we will love what we love.
doesn’t the world need more love?
or is it only that you cannot control it
we are our own heroes
and that scares the hell out of you.
love letter to a character
it seems simple enough.
you aren’t real
even though i think about you too often,
about the shape of your lower lip
or the way you might look at me
this is not necessarily a bad thing.
it is the story
i am in love with, after all.
but also the words
someone else has given you.
there are many layers to this
like a pond in winter
when the ice
and the cold black water
is so much deeper
than it looks
and it closes
over my head
and that is also
i will not write you love letters
(that is a lie)
i will not write you uncomplicated love letters
you are both real
and not real.
anyway that is the point.
you are art.
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Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women’s rights, and ice cream.
Aside from the ghosts, she also lives with her husband and their dogs. She likes cinnamon lattes, tattoos and books.
She is mostly fueled by literary rage. And tea.
Find her at www.alyxandraharvey.com
Other Books by Alyxandra Harvey:
The Drake Chronicles (Books 1-6)
The Lovegrove Legacy (Books 1-3)
Love Me, Love Me Not