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i pledge allegiance
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
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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
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writer's block
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
Loves
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yom kippur
the world was gray and cold when i rolled out of bed,
the first frost of the season just barely
kissing the ground. i tied the morning
into shoelace knots and hugged forgiveness to my chest.
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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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waiting leaves
thin veins rush through with
green blood and water. As if,
yearning for full boom.
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my mother's love
My hands cup my tears,
I always come back to you.
You make me smile.
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your reply
And I wait for you
It's dangerous, exciting
I know who you are.
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morning after the first rain in weeks
Astronomy room.
post storm; window open; wet.
cooling Earth soaked air.