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Dracula

March 4, 2018 by Kyle Labe

Maybe when you left—
If I had plunged my teeth
Into your throat, drank the blood—
You would still be here.

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NY Pride, 2017

February 19, 2018 by Kyle Labe

Today I left the window open, / Wind coursing through my veins / Like electricity.

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Laments of a Necrophiliac

November 7, 2017 by Kyle Labe

Did you honestly believe that / When you vanished into air / I wouldn’t breathe it in?

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A Place Called Serenity

August 31, 2017 by Kyle Labe

I long to be with the dirt, / So the trees watch over me / And the flowers and I are in pure harmony.

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Atlantis

June 7, 2017 by Kyle Labe

You’re so far away anymore That all that’s left of you is gone. You’re like a distant scent, One from childhood that fills the air And brings me back home. Memories of you are like youth: Wholesome and tender, They come and go with the wind. You’re never coming back, and I can’t miss you back to life. photo: “Black Panthers in Chicago, Illinois,” Hiroji Kubota (1969)

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It’s Not the Season for Voodoo

May 16, 2017 by Kyle Labe

Published by Oddball Magazine. I’m in your voodoo. Your yellow eyes Hiss at the moon Pretending, pretending To love me. Selling your soul away singing: I’m the only one you look at Like that I’m in your voodoo. It’s hot and it’s damp— It’s wintertime, Long and hard. I spread myself around Just like your lies, lies, lies: Put your hands on me Like that I’m in your voodoo. A doll made of doll parts You cut my hair And […]

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Cloud Girl

May 11, 2017 by Kyle Labe

Published by Emerson Poetry Project. Last night you called me pretty, Unlike the others inside your bed. You thought I could change shape, To fit what you see Like I’m some cloud. And although I want you, I can’t fit in your sky Even if I try. You always want two things at once: You want heaven But you live in a hell; You want me as you like it, Yet you won’t take my body (You want your cloud […]

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An Ode to Myself

January 13, 2017 by Kyle Labe

I celebrate myself. Despite all the trains chuffing melancholy To pale varicose tunnels, I celebrate myself. I celebrate myself Because you’d like it if I’d just shut up If I kept my legs shut, And stored everything in some pious parcel. I bear the weight of living— I must keep on for the millions of me That could not. I am their beacon. I am too loud For me to take the earth as my cover. There is nothing more […]

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Red Light District

January 13, 2017 by Kyle Labe

How long will you watch me? Through the screen as I change— Change and I, we’re best friends We meet for tea each Thursday. Right now I’m on display What a rarity! You can’t take your eyes off me. I feel naked as a wilted flower, Am I just one of many? What is this taste Is it nectar? Is it Molded cheese? Suddenly I’m blind And the orderlies all scampered. Everything you don’t know about me Can you see […]

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I See a Ghost

September 20, 2016 by Kyle Labe

Far along Boston Common, funnily enough, I saw the apparition of someone I knew Still alive, but now much paler, Holding a plastic cup and begging for spare change. You didn’t recognize me. Maybe it’s been too long And my hand didn’t go through you As it does in the movies. Then on the corner of Tremont Street I saw you once again, this time Bumming a cigarette. You appeared Different: your face had withered, you were A bit sadder, […]

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