RAE MARIE LUNA - POEMS

Rae Marie Luna is a poet, fiction writer, storyteller & sometimes playwright in Massachusetts @raemarieluna

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@ the Druid Pub
Cambridge, Mass.
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​the ghosts don't pass you
                                 by
without saying your name
in their shapeshifting secret
           secreting whisper
of a ghost passing you by
so subtle you don't see it
there you are in the places
you have been before
& you sense it
the ghosts of you before &
the other people &
what hangs on the wall
it was only seven years ago
             two, five, couple of
                   months &
look already what you left
                    behind
you left back a ghost & now
they meet & now they ask

what is your name?
 
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Fishtank

We are teenagers & as such, I must
take her side against intruders,
such as her Mom’s boyfriends,
unacceptable: all of them.
this one moved in & I’m over
there, waiting for my best friend,
hating him for her,

loyalty: it makes this friendship.

he’s at the stovetop & sprinkles fake
orange cheese, delicately, onto pasta
& this makes me angry/sad,
like: could you ask more of life.
can’t watch this anymore, so look
at the fishtank he brought with him,
a source of contempt for my friend,

yet: it is perhaps rather glorious.
sweet little peas of fish in commune,
bright-blue rocks & matchy mermaids,
all there bubbling in relaxed simplicity,

lost: inside of this forgetting to hate.


the swirl, the swarm, the harmony,
a magical nothingness of beings &
behold this gift of the intruder, who

moments: before, was unacceptable.

In times of friends
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​decorative transference &
        the glimpse into
        other worlds,

where your feet don’t
        wobble, the light
        is radiant & the stars
        shock-spark in hellos.

you are a bargain in the midst
        of cobbling together
        sense & you raise me
        to the price of a bet
        instead of the fold.

you gamble & my breath says okay.
we sit by rivers, we walk shortcuts.
we ride in cars, we share food.
simple ways to remind the mind
where the last stop got off where
it dropped off what happened
where friends came in handled it
where the head went where it