left-brained-poetWhisper

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a conversation with Pain“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, she scolds. / “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.” I protest. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?” / “You don’t get it,” she expectorates, eyes narrowing and finger wagging.
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Mar 2, 2019
labelsI refuse to be imprisoned by them; / Formed in a spring of meaning / And specificity;
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Feb 26, 2019
errands with my love1. / Clutch sinks to the floor / like a drunk mini skirt under a clever pickup line
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Jul 21, 2018
magicI wear my magic like a cloak, / green as Vulcan blood. / It transforms me
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Jul 9, 2018
voice“You’re too quiet,” you told me. / “Speak up.” / I don’t think you mean it.
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Jul 9, 2018
Strange PhenomenaAn evening of / slippery solitude flows into a / quick-silvery night. I feel the
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Jul 8, 2018
eyesIn your eyes / the night disrobes, and / darkness falls away in
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Jul 8, 2018
JulySomeone took a pair of shears / and chopped down all the buildings. / Now I must turn my head
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Jul 8, 2018
candy cornComfort is like candy corn. / The first two kernels are delicious: / a gratifying waxy smoosh between your molars;
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Jul 8, 2018
SilenceSilence is where dreams are born. / Where broken hearts clench in agony. / Where gentle breezes lift dandelion seeds from hands of children.
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Jul 8, 2018
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