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Amy Samuelson's Writings

Jan.12.2014
There are two kinds of voices Inside your head: The first ones and the worst ones, "My sweet baby!" and "Woman, how do you function?" In my lowest moments, I may hear "You're ugly!" and "Too bossy" and "I don't love you," but because When I reach down for it, I'm full of "Love you, pumpkin," "Proud of you," "Look what you learned how to do today!" and "I'll...
Jan.12.2014
Wet grass and mud, Cold air, warm breath. A few warm up throws, And then we pick teams. 5 minutes in, we shed beanies. The trash talk begins as a trickle, But at 15 minutes, we're laughing Just the way we did 20 years ago.   Josh is still too fast to catch. Dame can catch anything. The fat dude still thinks he can outpace me. 30 minutes, he's wheezing and...
Aug.17.2013
My fingers stained red, propylene glycol and red #40 Running down their faces, I’ve made another batch of zombies. I can do it in three minutes now: Grey base, black eyeliner for scars, spray blood, liquid blood, black lipstick. And I will open up myself, my fears. For them, for students from the last decade. For ****, burned alive in a trailer fire cooking meth...
Aug.09.2013
Permanence isn't. Heartbreak, growth, love, change happens. And happens. And happens. But since we can only be here right now,  And our brains stick in the linear rut,  We keep perceiving this as The Way It Is. And it isn't. Like a six-year-old told it's time to go, We cry at the end of this Even as we turn to the next adventure. Lord, grant me the...
Poem
Jul.08.2013
38 times Weddings and graduations Summer solstices My brother's birth And 30 birthdays And before me -- A blue and yellow wedding in 1973 Wisteria and fog and Roses and trout Lakes, streams, oceans -- Road trips and camping 132 finals. Followed by clearing out lockers. One twelfth of my life. Romantic getaways and my divorce. Always, always a  New beginning...
Poem
Jun.10.2013
It's good multiple realities meet A mathematical need. Nice when math and mental anguish agree. In all the possible eventualities, I can still feel the one with you and me. "Two paths?" "One traveller?" True. But "long I stood?" No. Untrue. It's an instant when time tears, When your future comes unglued, When your one path, becomes two. There's no "kept the first...
Poem
Jun.10.2013
It's good multiple realities meet A mathematical need. Nice when math and mental anguish agree. In all the possible eventualities, I can still feel the one with you and me. "Two paths?" "One traveller?" True. But "long I stood?" No. Untrue. It's an instant when time tears, When your future comes unglued, When your one path, becomes two. There's no "kept the first...
Poem
May.06.2013
All of the boys I dated have wives now. I said no, thank you, but they said I do. Across from me at book group and PTA and T-ball It feels like family. Shared experience makes stilted intimacy.
Poem
May.06.2013
Mean Girls and Medea And "Oh My God! You talked to my boyfriend!" A performance of words Illustrating the human condition. "All the world's a stage" And we are merely played. This moment, this scene, The "sound and fury" of Kardashians and Corinth. Different milennium, But still so much drama.
Poem
Apr.26.2013
Mean Girls and Medea And "Oh my God! You talked to my boyfriend!" A performance of words Illustrating the human condition. "All the world's a stage" And we are merely played. This moment, this scene, The "sound and fury" of  Kardashians and Corinth, Different milennium, But still so much Drama.