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i pledge allegiance
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
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commercial autumn
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
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writer's block
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
Loves
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the woods
it is morning
defined
by linen against soft skin
wet grass
and an orange sunrise
quiet
from the west
to the east
a bus is parked
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schön
the east is enveloped in blue dark
the plane that carries you
diving into the abyss
while the west appears to be engulfed in flames
a simple view from the deck
of a slow moving boat
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hell town
kssh/bump/you need to/
keep your head low/smoke and ash/
and oil/factories and steam/with bright lights/
dead patrol/in Hades's town/first a girl/with a red flower/then a boy/with a lyre/then a deal/then a sad/sad song.
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.
