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"Why?"
"Oh, what did you say, child? Why?"
"Yes, why? Why do we live? Why do we exist? Why?"
"I think it's a lot simpler than you might believe, child. Just look at the flowers."
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heart library (a betrayal of perception)
my heart is a library
where i frequently wander,
through shelves and
shelves and shelves of books, all sorted by author and impact, -
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Loves
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eclipse
the moon's silvery-gray hair
falls in shadows across her face
her pupils waxing and waning
straining
to catch a glimpse of her girl,
her beauty, her sunshine
her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth
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a year ago today, i wrote a poem,
and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking -
instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders