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viridescent
can a color choose you?stake claim to your heart, your lifethe way a lover or a child might? it’s interesting to think aboutthat ring of green encircling the brown in your eyes therewho do you suppose chose it?was it you?was it green?was it god?we’ll never know of course, but i love that we’re talking about…
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uncle
she tells us you were my father oncein a different lifetime; the 1400sthat you found me in a basket,our family business, a printing pressthis all feels mostly trueexcept you father me now too,here; in 2023just yesterday mother,there is a charge that rings round this wordfor mean emptiness revisitseach time\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ i call youthe one thing you…
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winterings
frozen earth whispersit won’t last longno one does ~ good bonesdying body hangson good bones ~ february lavenderpoignant and trueexoskeleton’s purpled paradise ~ handwritten notescoursing early winter sunache and etch my soul ~ wintered smiles mixwith ice drawn tearsinside cinnamon chocolate laughing note inspired by the haiku, these are not, i hope you enjoy anyhow…
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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 yet 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…
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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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