Take Your Clothes off and Put Them in Your Pocket

By Tara Johnston

In her first collection of poetry, Johnston hands you the scribbling of a life thus far, from the feelings of first embraces letting go, to the embracing of oneself. She explores the raw side of emotion, the simplicity of happiness, and the way the sun glimmers through the trees along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781475927245

Tara Johnston

TARA JOHNSTON lives in the Southern Sacramento Mountains in New Mexico with her son, Ashton, and other good people.

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Copyright © 2012 by Tara Johnston.

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ISBN: 978-1-4759-2723-8 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2012908872

iUniverse rev. date: 05/29/2012

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Spellbound and tongue-tied,

What can I do?

I feel a lacking in myself

When I look at you.

Tuesdays and Fridays

Are mocking me now.

Fever of your presence

Drips down my brow.

Oh, please, tell me

What I’m to do

To fix this . . . to fix me for you.

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Consequently, I went unchallenged,

Unabated,

Unsaved,

Until this tiny scratch

Began to itch

And breed new convictions

For me to avenge.

I’ve grown diseased in your absence

And I blame you—

Oh yes,

You

Could have prevented it all.

And instead you chose to neglect me

When I needed you most

To kick my ass,

To