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Desert WoesDo I dare disturb the universe; / this mellow sun warmed rock / upon which you sit
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Apr 1, 2011
Hotel Room WaitEight stories up a / chrome and glass building, / with twelve thousand people peeking out behind
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Apr 1, 2011
HungerClinking my spoon on the white ceramic / plate, I count the steamy curls from my / coffee and the spots of yellow in
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Apr 1, 2011
Second SkinSly second skin hanging off my bedpost or / curled under my pillow. / It climbs into my dreams,
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Apr 1, 2011
Pale CorkShe bobs in the water / pale cork, pale-haired / lily pad with tendrils in the
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Apr 1, 2011
The MoonThe moon sits on my / tongue. / Like snow, it melts, drops
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Apr 1, 2011
UntitledI rest, still, thin, the eyelash on your cheek, / brushed off when midnight blue melts into peach. / And when you steal away this room will reek
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Apr 1, 2011
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