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the continental drift of sea shellsto the baby, and its babies: / your birth, / and the woman waiting for you;
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Jul 7, 2023
a tumbleweed of neuronsi am three armadillos. / one that tucks and hides, / rolls away if it has to.
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Jul 4, 2023
invisiballerinaThe Woman- / Make naked / the thing
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May 20, 2017
reading my obituary in the morning with my coffee.You can put me / in the ground. / You can surely do that.
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May 17, 2017
The pendulum, the yo-yo, the hypnotist, the hatchlings.You hanged yourself from a palm / on a desert island. / Starved for weeks.
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May 15, 2017
The pendulum, the yo-yo, the hypnotist, the hatchlings.You hanged yourself from a palm / on a desert island. / Starved for weeks.
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May 15, 2017
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May 15, 2017
the pendulum, the yo-yo, the hypnotist, the hatchlings.You hanged yourself from a palm / on a desert island / Starved for weeks
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May 12, 2017
the great chase of losing your mind in trying to find something worth losing.It's the way we cut off our heads / in trying to lose it, / throwing it in the river,
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May 10, 2017
barnaclebrainMy mind keeps trying / to find my soul. / But when its distracted
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May 8, 2017
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