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The Eclipse
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,We gasp as moon swallows sun.
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We are in a Crisis
We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
A child nursed of negligence.
Yes, it is not ours —
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Veiled in Briar Roses
In the skeletal frame of a fence,
nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,
Where vines wind up and veins wrap down:
a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love.
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Woodland Grove
And your dark, knotted hair falls,
trailing along and settling
in the crevice of collarbone,
ravine of spine,
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What I love about Spring Snows
The silence that once spread
in the deepest of winter, is ever so often
broken.
Hear the robin's hope
now, unfurling faintly on a frozen breeze.
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Loves
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On Forgiving the Dust in My Piano
Dear daughter of Earth,
I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity.
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A Soul For A Sorrow
I don’t see myself in pictures hanging crooked on the wall,
The shade of red that coats my cheeks can shift to none at all.
For I might offer just a hunch to those in this dismay?
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Men We Reaped
Inspired by Jesmyn Ward
I wish I could tell you how I mourn your innocence,
how I pray for a shield,
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8:46
there are all the things I could do with three minutes alone in my room
I have an essay to write and Hebrew to study
I have things to look up and notifications to check
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rufus, rutilus, cardinalis, rubidus
If I could find a color that I felt adequately described the bright bulbs outside my window, clinging to the branches of a tree I have never seen bloom, I would not use it
Some words have no place being written —
