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some abstract fruit
Juice tastes like your spit on my lips
It overflows, slides down the point of my chin--
I can see the dirt, the darker spots
It smells like my backyard, like orange blossoms in the spring time
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Hey, Jess(i)e!
I am afraid.
It is a pale thing,
for a dark body.
There are little particles
of dried skin on my
elbows and hips and knees
that are so white
he could only ever know
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i am not numb
I don't read the Bible. I lie a lot, tell people I've read Genesis--can one even read Genesis? The beginning of things, written--but I've really just perused it.
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ARS POETICA (capitalized for emphasis) ((a college poem about poetry))
More often than not you will find language will bow for you
Put your palms on a notebook you filled as a child and with enough intention the push will bring up sentences and phrases you'd forgotten
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Let's Get Vulnerable About a Boy
I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.
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Josh—a bottle of wine
There is a sort of gentleness; a sort of beauty in the empty bottle of wine sitting on my dresser amongst more innocent things
Loves
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commercial autumn
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights