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Growing the Grey
. Growing the grey . Splendor is stolen. I call high but am dammed to the form of a lesser magic. In captivity it is harder to communicate the truth, to find the altar of happiness. All things I have...
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Saltwater Sprint
. Saltwater Sprint . A returning dream ruffled in my shell, opening intermittent passages of discovering. Crossbreezes and singular infinity, by death and dying you buy me whole. The slug’s flesh...
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The means to obliterate
. The means to obliterate . what doldrums dictate is in the pink sneakers of winter blues and forcing hope into the mouth even if it tastes like stale candy. You pull the waves from a clear sky, you...
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Complete, but
. Complete, but . to no avail. Sitting as a new house sits on its lot, needing occupants. Sewer sludge, soiled napkins, anthills too late underfoot. Held up by restlessness in the many...
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Circle
. Circle . Breathing into a brown paper bag, responsibilities weighing me down, spreading out, hiding in my speech, making up lies to lie across me bare-chest and crushing. I’ve slept in...
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Our children are orchards
. Our children are orchards . . By the door we wait for the end of school, for the long day to bloom to lay to rest the tricks of superstition and our obstinate ache to be carried to the next fertile...
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Neruda
. Neruda . I can’t be and think like you, majestic in your sensuality, Godless but deep with sorrow, forever restoring. From you I see women’s hips. And though I would never care to shield kisses upon...
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Voice
. Voice . When you talk it is not a shimmering sensation or a delicate fluttering of nature’s delicate best. Days are not here like you are - an open sewer grate, a crushed locust. They are smudged and...
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Detour
. Detour . Bobbing for apples under a raincloud. Soon what was planted will flourish and the empty casket under the bridge will be a nest to weather out winter’s storms. I will never...
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Under the vines
. Under the vines . Ways the willow swishes freely, washing the wind into the sun. Child in a tree fort dives fearlessly, surging with elation to and fro: over snails and uncut grass, elements...
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Sanctum
. Sanctum . Cedar wood, dark spaces under wood where beetles mate then hide their own. There, you smile, your forehead groomed of false expression. I study you like my one-chance solution, or steps to...
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Lotus
. Lotus . Sleep, into triumphant sleep, waking is a tide of abysses and senses reflecting illusions. Cursory stresses, repairing at the bedside where my knees bent in prayer, scuffing my skin...
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