Writing
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Letter to Tony Bourdain
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
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Not quite right
I try to meet the next
but it's not quite right
he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh
he doesn't show his affection for me like you do
he doesn't know me like you know me
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The Eldest Game
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
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Portrait of a Man Looking Back
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on, -
Stars
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
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I have this little balcony...
I have this little balcony
On the second floor of my house
My big white house
With gold fixtures
In this town in sunny so cal