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the watchOne night, while I waited for you / I sat in the midwest summer heat, hot and sticky / like juice from a sun-ripened peach-
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Sep 7, 2016
La petite mortUntil today, I never understood heartache. / I never understood that thinking about you (how the thoughts come unbidden yet so welcome entrancing encompassing dizzying worrying wonderful) - / your name
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Nov 2, 2014
plani am writing poems just to make You upset / when i should have learned from the lesson You taught me / transparency hurts more than a punch in the *****
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Jan 6, 2014
~I am not the ocean. / The ocean cannot fit in a drugstore at nine pm, blinking up at fluorescent lights / hearing giggling
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Oct 9, 2013
Can'tHow could I forget / a clenching ache so horrible and sweet / sweetly horrible
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Oct 6, 2013
WiltingI can feel my hopelessness in my legs / They’re all sort of settled, sinking into the bed like logs into soft loam / burrowed into by all manner of insects,
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Jul 20, 2013
HydrochloricMy heart is curled in my chest, sitting low; it can't be bothered. / You and I are both deaf. You cannot hear me screaming for you and I cannot hear myself wailing "STOP." / Even the tips of my fingers cry out and good lord does it burn;
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May 28, 2013
I can't say this out loud.You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness. / I want to kiss you underwater. / I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.
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May 23, 2013
A General AnnouncementRemember Gentlemen: / Bad behavior is to be rewarded, not rebuked. / The birds are too busy pecking at one another to build a proper prison system!
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Mar 18, 2013
After a phone call in the early morning.Even when I face problems miles high and fathoms deep / my books still make me cry. / Sometimes love in stories rings truer than any reality -
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Mar 18, 2013
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