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BedrestThere is no movement here / (Except inside my head) / Besides the rhythmic heaving of my chest,
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Dec 1, 2015
You cannot resurrectYou cannot resurrect / Memories / That
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Dec 1, 2015
Hands (inseparable)I do not know you the way a morning glory knows the sunlight: dependent, wilted in its absence. / Nor do I know you the way a vowel knows its predecessor: dependent, indifferent to chance. / Still, I know you. The way a palm knows
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Dec 1, 2015
The intimacy of scarsWhen I discovered I had cancer, / I was told that I would learn a lot / About Life and Death and Time,
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Jan 21, 2015
JudasPain is beauty: / The thick, swollen red line / Runs jagged between my hip-bones
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Sep 17, 2014
JuneHow can one measure happiness? / Today's youth fades into tomorrow's yesterday, / As age wears its weary toll upon
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Sep 17, 2014
We are-We are / Born like this / Into this
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Sep 17, 2014
A brief intermissionA nation with daddy issues / We call out- yes master / Success took a sudden left
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Sep 17, 2014
I wish you would hear me when I sayI wish you would hear me when I say I've been thinking about you. / It's not enough, you say: / Your name glaring from my cellphone screen
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Sep 17, 2014
Writer's blockI wrote a poem with your name, / And left a lot of blanks along the way: / Subtle mannerisms meant to render delicate and absolute imagery
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Sep 17, 2014
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