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A Moon-Eating Resplendent-Goddess Lizard-Woman
I fall back onto my silk pillows and open my mouth to the moon. I swallow the hard light like it is chewable. -
Frequency
The sun is under a lot of pressure. 3.84 trillion psi at its core. Hot enough, free enough, to compose wild-eyed symphonies. -
Silk Cities
I build cities from dancing ribbons,
breathing wind into the tiles of recollection and imagination:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
I want to be Marco Polo, -
Acid
Lactic:
ingrown passion. rotting flowers. sweating like a clinomaniac. sweet, sweeter, sweetest, sour. I want the sky to fall.
remember the pickle jars.
I left them on the windowsill. -
Complementary Light
We carry complementary lamps:
Stars and Christmas and Pastel-Sun.
A little light is a glorious thing,
like the fleeting harmony of footsteps.
The sun sets at four; and we remember our candles, -
The Monastery
“Tedam! What should I do when I find a snail in my flowers?” I asked, holding up the small creature for his inspection.
Loves
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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Paper Swans
Paper Swans
As the paper swan swims
The wind blows around it
As the paper airplane flies
The rain falls
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Vulnerable love
Crescent moon eyes with cheeks bunched up below
A smile and laugh that creates warm swells
The small moments of interest you show
You ask what I am doing, so I tell.
You tease, I tease back — these moments cherished
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Big City kid
Fifteen years ago I moved
I was two years old
Now I am seventeen
The big city kid
It's hard to believe a town of 44,597
Can be considered a city.
Being a big-city kid
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Love Me Like Fog
love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
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Meese is the Plural of Moose
Her eyes were not fixed on god but rather on the large taxidermied moose head fixed above the choir on the wall across from where she sat. It may as well have been him.