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Elegy of a Porch
The white tree
Hung down over the churchyard
The churchyard was the porch
The white was from the snow
The grave was the circle
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April
How beautiful!
The way it blooms
red juice dripping from
ripened fruit:
her eyes, black velvet
silver on her nails
a mouth that curls
when it says my name.
What desire! I inhale her mind
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Pyrite
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
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Into Dust
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
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Maryn (haikus)
It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
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You, as the snow was melting
The snow was melting
when you talked to me
when they talked to you
when we stood with them
and their thinning perfume
their black backpacks
their straightened hair
their plans of the ride home.
Loves
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Thirteen Years
Twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days.
She only had twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days:
Of running through life wearing rose colored glasses glued to her face,
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Simon Peter
I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine.
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Epistle by Donald Trump to the Angels
I first began in the business of selling people when I sold a strange man in Jerusalem that I did not like for thirty silver pieces. Swaths of people flocked after him down into the precipice of the market.
