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A Game of Cat and Mouse
The white mouse turns a corner and slides on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. The grey-striped cat follows closely behind, its claws clattering as it chases the quick blur of white.
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My Mother's Shoulders
My mother wasn’t born this strong.
No, her strength comes from years of labor.
Labor of the body,
Labor of the mind.
My mother’s shoulders are strong;
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Letter to a Stranger I Know Well
You came to me in a dream last night, as curious and full of life as the day I met you on the playground.
It was the first week of preschool and I had no friends, mostly because I chose not to.
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Loves
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Ode to The Elephant
Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
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Ocean - Collage poem - Pieces from 1984 (George Orwell)
The deep, unconscious current guards
my hopeless human figure from
the continuous plume of silence
echoing below my floating forearms.
my pure body is tossed in a
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Texts
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
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The way to a man's heart is food, they say
Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.
