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Dying Women / Taxidermy Butterflies
We are like taxidermy butterflies
placed forcibly, neatly, in an oak display case
so we may be admired for our unique anatomy
rather than living free in fields of milkweed and daisy. -
What Everyone Said and What I Believe
Ever since I was a child I was reminded it was not my fault.
I was reminded it was not my fault and I would never believe it.
When my mother and father were set at each other throats -
Questions for the Spirits That Haunt Graveyards
One
Does a willow still weep just as loudly
even when it has no leaves to cry with
in the baneful dead of winter?
Two
Are there still more colorful flowers -
Pomegranate
She conjures the list of groceries for her monthly run
to the local shop that is spelled with an extra “pe”--
and for whatever ancient reason, it is spelled like that --
the rectangular sheet of lined paper only says the word -
Coming of Woman
I never understood certain phrases as a girl.
“She wears her heart on her sleeve,” they told my father
And he would agree and I would play smart
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Who defends peace with chaos?
I.
we are The abandoned forget-me-nots.
wide-eyed but in doubles, surrounded by others
without mothers or fathers alike.
huddled together around a candle like the rats
Loves
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Things to remember, pt. 1
You are not a number.
You are not a letter.
You are not something that can be
measured
on a scale
with a beginning -
My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,
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Sisters of the Land
In most stories, there’s only two sides.
Though, that is not the case here.
Four sisters, rule the land side by side.
The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.
As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,
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A Forever of Tomorrows
Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,
The moment you first felt alive.
It was night,
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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Winter & Her Long Reign
When the Summer dies,
Fall begins to descend,
onto the beloved land.
With no words, and no ties-
Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.
Leaving nothing to mend.
Deep into the cruel season,