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Global Garment: The Story Of
The mother purchases the pull for a petulant teen
Leathered blue fingers clasping red
Wonders of the life the daughter lives, the one she did not
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What If She Said
And what if I asked her the question?
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth -
Alicia Keys
At night it crusts my eyes
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot
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Floyd
My father scratches CDs and sandpapers vinyl
He leaves the burnt bits of water in the pan after a fresh boil
He cooks his alfredo with a bit too much garlic
And in the evenings he danced to Floyd -
My Hands
My hands are with the earth
there is dirt caked under each fingernail
like childhood mudpies
or a trailing pothos
My callouses peel as a moon phase
first, they are full
like the fractals of my first notes -
To Apply
I apply and pray
For incandescent spotlight
To reach my inbox
It took four long years
And now I am the keystone
Performance, granted
They say that I act
They're masked, filled with arrogance
Yet these are my words
Loves
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A Boyish Retrograde
two boys sit on the slanted rooftop of
a suburban house on the Amish hillside,
ignoring the jargoning mosquitos
buzzing around their heads and spectating the -
An Ineffable Sestina
Ultimately, she will be served
on her stained bed of silver,
placed on the table of a rich man
with an apple in her mouth
forced into a glazed dress
with her palms pointed to God.