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After a Hard Winter
Before you were sick, you were ignorant. For all the words and sentences you had accumulated, your consciousness was blank; unmarked snow covering scarred earth below. Before you were sick, you were cocooned.
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Poetry Club Meeting (Rm 222, Dec. 4)
Words scatter
don’t scare them away
we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather
again
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My Soul
My soul
is the sea-skimming air
that whistles through young children’s shells,
mimicking siren calls
It is
the hurricane gusts
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What is Deceit?
Deceit is
the cradling of substance to one’s chest,
cold glass against writhing skin
a walk of shame across white hospital tiles,
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exoticism
grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises -
Peach tea
i hope you can see my future
in dripping peach tea leaves,
chemically bloated with sweetener
until the silver edges and feminine handle are sticky with syrup
what do the dredges whisper to you, teller?