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SBL
i dreamt of you last nightwell of us really i dreamt i was in a yoga studioonly it wasn’t a studiobut a housefull of roomsfull of peoplepracticing yoga i searched for youlooking every last person in the eye to be sureasking the people behind each room’s deskif any of these people were youor if maybe…
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but words will never hurt me
it isn’t pain exactly-but they do that, don’t they?pierce, protrude, stickin your throat, to your heart- the spirit-die softly upon reiteration there isn’t anything wrong with it,that’s just what they do (sometimes)slip pass mirrored hallwaysand broken staircasesto the forgotten garden, the forbidden room(sweet. sharp.) the line is strung with words you know, their fiery charge…
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tulips
are they beautiful then,without their brilliant colors and petals, juttingwithout their pollen and borrowed sunshine all around?when they’re nothing but dusty knotted polyps,steeped in yesterday’s meal scraps and manure,the heavy january snow aboveare they flowers even then, my love? tulipsshe didn’t get to see them that last yeartheir fastened bulbs still buried tight,laid sleeping in…
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paradise
chain linked fence bears false witness too,crossing and crissed ‘round tall grasses and thwarted weedsautumn passed leaves pock brown earth, bald, recedingfading purple cloth bag hangs heavy on taut line,assumptions pregnant with what’s to come next;damp rumbled cottons mix, heap high in woven rubber basket, not yetfar-left corner slopes slight, gives way to raspberry bushessparsely…
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untitled
like fresh wintered snowweary with other people’s tracksi search for the tread not touched or taken it is difficult to walk in someone else’s shoes, certainlyand harder still to bring forth the certainty of your own formation what is true for you will not be true for most, but please, i beg of you let…
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lifesavers
she wants us to write about candy and each time i settle enough to try, it feels like i’m drowning in the sea of swirly twirly gumdrops. but then, just this morning on my way to the hot shower i hope will clear my mind & body of everything that isn’t mine while retaining only…
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1995
this is the summer their divorce will be finalized. i’ll have two minor surgeries that same july and remember he isn’t there for either of us. later that same summer, i’ll attend my first unchaperoned music concert at riverside theme park with my best friend, jessie contino. her father will stay in the park but…
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it
not long after my adoption was finalized i made a second neighborhood friend named rebecca whom everyone called becky. we road the big yellow school bus together and were in the same grade at our small-town elementary school. some years we even had the same teacher. becky was chubby in a ‘childhood is sweet’ kind-of-way…
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born twice
that’s what she was. not ‘again’ like a christian, god no, but rather like a seed that’s been planted, grown to a seedling and then one day ripped from its root, taken to soil not matching its own, tasked to create life and viability from someone else’s dirt. the first time it happened was on…
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pineapples
after my adoption was finalized i spent lots of weekend and summer afternoons in the warm glow of a shiny green and gold kitchen two houses down from the rosens. a friendly young girl named jodi lived there with her younger brother, matt and their beloved family dachshund. there were a couple years between matt…
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