Posts
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New American Elegy
Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
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The Rafters
Remember the old A-shaped house?
The one with the castle downstairs
And the spell around it?
It's empty now.
Did you know that?
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MINDSPACE DEFERRED VISUAL TEST
Your body is asleep in the house you moved to when you were fourteen, but your brain is wide awake in your old school library.
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Wristwatch
All along the ticking surface
All the sand along the edge
All deep down in long dry throats:
Fingers press.
Hands Press.
All from loose and baggy skin
Round half-lucid teary minds
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Steps
Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.
2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in.
Loves
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baby dandelions
golden like the sun,
blooming in the spring,
till they turn to fuzz,
flying in the wind.
what our parents call weeds,
what we called flowers when we were young.
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Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
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Sea, Stars, and Philosophy
Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things
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Intertwined With The Land
Our eyes set upon wealth—
We count our dollar bills;
our materialistic skills.
We avert our eyes from health,
“Aging” backwards,
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sunday nights
sunday nights are my own.
old music in the corners of my mind
pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems
two hundred and seventy-two
little golden lights, 4 walls
that mirror my soul.
