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let's take a roadtripi'll make mixtapes we can lay down rubber in parking lots call out our joy and anger which are almost the same thing anyway i will cry at night but you will lick the salt like a wild deer pepper me with small bruises drive in our underwear just to feel skin sticking to something make contact with your hair as it billows in and out of the car in and out of sight make contact with the only part of your body that is not warm stop only in small towns that keep their stories close in those towns press silky moonlight to the warm parts of your body like poems like slits of light to let the light in through smoke and eat hanging out of the windows pretend we are leaving crumbs to find our way home with but never come back anyways anyways
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May 15, 2013
strange hurricanesit is unseasonably warm / from across the neighborhood / ******* ******
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May 15, 2013
sweeter, less green, and softermy body / has rejected me / too quickly ripened
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May 15, 2013
the clouds grieve herethe state flower is the dandelion / a persistent ******* who pushes out of concrete / lifts the earth up over her head
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May 15, 2013
cloak of invincibilitya forest grows roots in my scalp / a baby touches the soft short bits and laughs / like there is no greater delight in her world
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May 15, 2013
the grandmother's house poemsi. / my first idol was gene kelly / i wanted to tip my hat to frilly women
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May 15, 2013
triptychthe sky is keening / grief is heavy / and clings to me
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Apr 4, 2013
detachablei want to cut the men out from underneath my skin / my body bucks and shakes / another place
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Mar 21, 2013
stainsi feel like cutting off something beautiful. / grasp thick stems, / crush petals and leaves til they weep
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Mar 21, 2013
i'm still aliveanxiety is a dog whistle. / a hand on your knee / tastes like tin:
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Mar 21, 2013
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