Francisca Matos

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look at us bored by the pool

we’re thinking we’re in a movie

got our hair ties matching

the pastel spandex over

the soft of our bodies

got us flexin’

a headstand

a starfish, a seal

look at us water queens

 

After the Party

Poems are the same as going home.

They always start on a train at the very edge

of navy blue afternoon, the almost glow of street

lamps and I am only just awake--all loose limbs

and missing socks. Sat in suspended time travel,

inevitable thoughts, daylight savings of everything

but the mind. And then the part where the body

has to move, the kind of walk that only recognizes

the trail of a stove’s smoke rings, a meal and bedtime--

foggy procedures of time erasure, a warm shower’s

ability to dissolve. You see all I ever wanted

was to come home sure of the same things as when

I left, to nap in the comfort of horoscopes.

 

Francisca has just recently graduated and is moving from Lisbon to London come September in order to pursue a masters in Creative & Life Writing. You can find her on instagram @ccisca.

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