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She’s Talking To Me
I am drifting on deep histories salty seas. She is talking to me. We are throat cancer. We are worms meat. My shoulders shrink to nothing. She dangles from a bouquet of rage, a hanging body of scarlet....
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The Children In Their Sleep
A woman wrinkles over her chair,soaked in religion, piling God’s children on gravel. They eat with her discipleswhere bread is dry, yetmilk is sweet. I stand by with clover. I paint the children green...
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Diamonds
She is fierce perfection, parallel to the sky, matching rock for rock. The sky’s diamonds sparkle for her and we stomp on her beauty, each day, yet she is soft leather under our ignorance. They talk...
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Sad Forest Of Dread
Sad forest of dread, your morning crowds me with loud hatred and the whole world crawls in my head. They sit on my couch, spilling coffee and lies. Gross laughter – snorting at sticky children. I have...
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that my lips may part for lava
winds sail slow arriving with difficulty to confession I speak against another back turned burned by sun light I am familiar with the dark – with poison with automatic disappointment that my lips may...
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Morning Greets Me
Each morning greets me differently; she kisses my cheek for love, or spits down my throat for some other reason. I used to hate her obnoxious light. When I was a child I threw sticks at her and swore I...
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The Sickness
The sickness is under my skin again, crawling in confusion. Daylight screams. It starts with the alarm clock. Night terrors, tick-talking me to sleep. I slit your arms around me, But why did you leave?...
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The Fury Sisters
This desert is muddy today, rats scamper under fury. Little girls chew off November toes. They kneel in provocation, stretched t-shirt over back yard fences. Dogs bark like bitches, I count them – they...
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Old Memories Of Paris, Café Au Latte
Old memories of Paris, café au latte, iron wrought on a kitchen sink where she slimmed her figure on a butcher block. She dangled like a wind chime, toes on pointe, testing the winds and the Gods on...
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To That
inch of time spent over the sea, dragging your dead body back from the sharks I fed you to. There should be enough salt to drown in. Now that is something you don’t hear of! But, I have heard of...
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