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Stillborn
How many times I’ve seeped through ivory bed sheets, making love to the flavor of curiosity, to unmade memories while moons sullenly sleep. Full-wings spread beneath. I am safe, cradled in neon comets,...
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COUNTERPART
Gather your corn cockle and doll’s eyes, the apple orchard’s angry. She shoots her black seeds down your throat, eyes pierced through skin to watch your veins suffocate. I met her in September when she...
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What It’s Like To Die
The Universe tripped over sunspots, again. Bring your bees to breakfast. We are born over each time the coffee pot whistles. You reach for your strings, and I, my words, and we test out late...
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One Sweet Gulp
quick bolt tight lightning grip, thigh deep in thick sand south landing mound in palm of your hand hot air tumbles over bare back, raw hide lash prints where cougars sit Black panther, I pray for a...
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His Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips with charm. Mockingbirds use many tongues to sing of slick footprints stepping in, stepping out. At first blush they call, crested blue, aggressive; wild for...
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Hourglass
Separating skin from a tree is a faint task, like twisting glass back to sand. Long, narrow veins exposed to chaos, leave their limbs. I climb inside them for hydration. I’m a fish, shallow in water,...
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Butterfly Wings
Her conversation created craters around fine dining – she is one glass too many, I read her like wine before we sat down. The light was getting too frisky when she reached South for my heart. Her eyes...
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Love Letter
Amaranth, on my back, off the edge of life. Dangling cords fall like snakes, I hanged them there to dry me out. With you, it is cold. I can’t say that. I miss you, but I do not. Have you been tempted...
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How To Sleep In A Gutter When You’re Not Dead
Curl up raw, stranger. Where is your husband’s thick pockets? You must be one of those different colours. I’m dead on my feet, you’re sleeping in the gutter. Five days in February – we both struggle....
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I Met You Today
No pillow comes without residue. At our age, blessings come in small forms… hands cradled together, words buried in sweet breath, unconditional nights, uncontrolled….. Tell me about your exploration,...
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Blue Notes Ready
Blue notes ready get the fumes ready we’re going to spread this wild. City streets rain down pistol shots whiskey shots wake me up, I’m just a child. Sell me back to classical keys the ones that leave...
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