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Broken Glass Angels
Crunched windshield from last February.
Glass was embedded in his hand from when the truck flipped.
They hit black ice on the road.
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Pre-Cambria
All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.
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Night Machine
Downstairs in the kitchen
Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.
Heaven is above in the metal dome.
You pour yourself a cup of Water.
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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?
Loves
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Sir Jack and the Hydra: A Modern Cautionary Tale
Listen to my tale of woe
from the olden days
Sir Jack, he was a nobleman
who worked in all the trades.
The Queens, they all adored him
for he never missed croquet
the Kings called him for gin and rum
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Knuckles
Today the skin of my knuckles split. Blood made a little stain on the back of my hand, and it stung. I saw the splotch, at first, earlier in the day, anyway, and it wasn't too bad, just a little red circle.
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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.
seems like such a sweet song
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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
