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A pansy grew
from a green pot I’d filled with lily bulbs last summer A pansy grew In brown soil, rich with holes of desperate squirrels A pansy grew in late November after weeks of soft frost and no running water A pansy grew her center a violet butterfly her wings petaled white A pansy grew and I knew I’d keep growing…
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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the kitchen sink
burnt cookie sheets and cutting boards with cuts older than both children cream cheese smears of everything bagels gone by unidentifiable black and yellow bits of spongey, slimy What-Have-Yous last night’s ________________ soaking in the dinner pan 5 cups of assorted measurement for sugars and nuts and…
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cannon heart
The line was something about ‘a canyon in her heart’ but I heard cannon heart and like most things, the more I thought about it the more it made sense (to me). (like you maybe) I was born in a hospital but I came home to live for a short while (at least) in the three-story…
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