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ewafsdGrandmothers hanging, trembling hands watered the tomatoes with red wine / I watched her fill the can, which never truly emptied, and helped feed the garden bed wine. / Seven years old in a barn house there was dancing. I kissed her hands
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Oct 10, 2016
ChandlerThe blinds were shut, but the moon / still shined through the thin cracks, falling / on the rising dust,
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Sep 19, 2016
BWhen I kiss him, I swear I can hear the clocks stop / their ticking hands and then slowly turn / backwards until suddenly I'll find myself standing
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Sep 9, 2016
AspynOn the darkest nights you can find the moon / hiding in her right eye. The wolves will cry still / The iron ocean tides will fall and rise
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Sep 9, 2016
LaundryThe last time we talked I laughed so hard I spilled / Raspberry Jam all over my white dress shirt. / Now, dry cleaned and pressed, hangs
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Sep 2, 2016
"Drain You"He could feel the way water moved / when it stuck to the windows, how it slipped / and dripped off the poppies
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Apr 27, 2016
BurningOur legs knotted together, hers to mine. / Bare in her blue sheets, finger-painting / her finger tips. I inhaled all I could.
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Apr 27, 2016
My Red Bedroom DoorWe lied there, between her sheets, / finger painting on each others skin. / and then she kissed me for the first
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Oct 30, 2015
1997 OrnellaiaI first kissed her when the moon was red, / her lips tasted of vintage 1997 Ornellaia, / Which burned my throat traveling down,
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Apr 14, 2015
Black and BlueShe runs through a crowd of loud / Mouths and impatient feet. / To a greasy whistle
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Apr 14, 2015
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