by Kyle Labe
Did you honestly believe that / When you vanished into air / I wouldn’t breathe it in?
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by Kyle Labe
I am now twenty. 20. Two decades in. According to estimations, I’ve lived a quarter of my life. I attend a university, but I have no idea what’s to come. When people ask the question, “What would you like to do?” I never know how to answer, being that life never heads in the direction you plan for. I could say, “Surely, I’ll write books,” or “Surely, I’ll become a reporter,” or even, “Surely, I’ll work in a publishing house,” […]
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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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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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by Kyle Labe
“Oliver thought there weren’t many standards to being a human being. His philosophy was to take a person for what makes them smile, then leave them the hell alone. People have awful lives all over, and they still manage to be good to others. He believed all you really should be is kind—that’s it.”
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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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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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by Kyle Labe
“We are returning from church when the biplane crashes in our back lawn.”
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by Kyle Labe
Published by Teen Ink Magazine. Jefferson Harper said his first harsh words to his mother when she began to tear down the photographs of his father from the walls. The newly widowed Bailey Harper insisted her late husband’s eyes followed her in the pictures when she crossed the room, and she was sick of the dead looming around when he did that enough alive. When Jefferson disinterred the frames from a cardboard box in the attic, he replaced all the […]
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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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