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You Think You Know Me? You’re Probably Right.
If you think you know me or about me or of me, let me just tell you that you are probably right. I am smeared across pages of different lives. I’ve been blotted out, erased, ejected, regretted,...
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The Stew
I am cut into pieces, boiling in a stew. A quarter cup of the fingers have been diced away along with a chunk of the right breast, both little toes, the bones and muscle in the right forearm, a kidney,...
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An Accidental Abortion
The snow concealed the ground around me as I reached inside and clutched for the new soul flourishing. My clutch turned into a grip of uneasiness as the new soul did not reach his hand back for mine....
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The Child Within
I promised a seven year old girl that sixteen years would never happen “don’t be afraid of driving, it will never happen” in her rancor, she pissed off a ten year old girl’s silhouette – it was a...
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They Try To Erase Me
I never had been born. It was old hands that sketched my frame. Hands that knew how to suffer wisely. It was a gift to my bones, a curse that shifts with weight and time. Clocks wait on scales to tip...
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Apollo
Peel my eyelids away from my face help me focus, help me see reach into my center kiss my galaxy I spin madly away from this life gnawing on dead space his fingers spread deep white laced with heaven,...
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My Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips like it’s charming. “Mmmmm.” Mockingbirds and Mallards sing of my slick footprints. I step in. I step out. He stepped out. We spread together as far as Summer...
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Janus
By doorways and walls, I pass through with two faces. I am honoured and assassinated by fruits and seeds of the people. They move their lips, I hear deep shrills. They whisper like big cannons at...
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Time Travel
Boiling over, I am scraped off the bottom, the block I belong on, 57th street where the crows sing. Time travels around the city -back and forth- like it doesn’t matter swooping through me each time. I...
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In A Dream
Pig snouted soldiers strut like heavy cannons, over dry wild desert weeds I tumble behind a boulder maybe twelve or thirteen I had not met the cycle yet of Mother Earth and her Moon The others slept in...
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