Collected Twitter Poems

Oh! Beloved,
you have made of me
a watering can,

And what can grow
out of this shielded Eden
But murky fruits,
too pivotal to handle?

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) October 21, 2016

2 matches, 3 matches, 4
hot plumes rise like 1, packed light,
lay down darkribbed

I unpack and unpack;
ravel a sock, unfold a map
sit, sigh

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) October 13, 2016

still I swing between god and not-god;
god admits he is pushing the swing

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) October 3, 2016

Time teaches me
to filter air
to swallow stones
to serve tears to guests

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) September 19, 2016

the cure: I open my fists,
press palms to thighs/elbows/cheeks,
and say:
"you are not in limbo!
you are alive all over!
you are right here!"

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) September 17, 2016

2
bleeds bleeds bleeds bleeds bleeds
whose is this body?!
does it love me or love you?
no, it reminds whining
i loved the baby you have lost

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) September 16, 2016

2. At some point I learned
Not to sing when I am crying
Not to cry when I am bleeding
Not to bleed when I am cut!
But yes, I cower when bent

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) September 15, 2016

Someday I'll say, wait,
that's me, I'm made of belief,
I'm a world washing over with love after grief,
Peacemaker/keeper forgiveness machine

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) August 29, 2016

Be not afraid of a sour heart.
When you come to me,
Be loved, beloved,
And say to your lemoned center:
Sweeten up, bitter fist—
This is mine

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) August 15, 2016

Amen, amen
Guitar on stomach, wheeze balloon whistles out of throat-
Darkpine branches, strain at window-
And press in, indigo summer,
amen.

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) June 21, 2016

Back at home,
I get to sigh the sigh made of
plasticskinned
dusteyed
waxtoothed
woolhaired
paperscalped
sandfaced
metalsternumbed
chest pain

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) June 9, 2016

Pinball brain:
wake up! where are you?
Of all beds we have slept in, all the white-morning windows,
And who is that coming through the door?

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) May 24, 2016

Some sad is inescapable!
Settle in, dissolving salteye,
But know this:
All my other faces pay rent.

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) May 23, 2016

It is hard to be:
Alive or yours
Or dead or alone
Or kind or good
Or mean or selfish
To be five or twenty
And all these multiply each other

— Emily Brown (@emilybrownmusic) May 22, 2016