no-name-2Whisper

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DeliriumI saw you slip off your dress in the dead of night, / saw the moonlight reach through the cracks of the window / to touch your skin. You peeled back the curtain and lifted the pane
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Feb 4, 2014
A Black and White Photo I Saw After Your FuneralRed lipstick (I think), / but your hair fell soft around your shoulders. / You had this smile, but I could tell
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Jan 31, 2014
neverI never saw your dad’s new turtle in its tank in Milwaukee. / I never told you how you looked leaning over the railing at Griffith’s Observatory. The city flickered like a jar of lightning bugs beneath us that night, but the telescopes were disappointing. I didn’t mind. / I never saw your sketches.
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Jan 9, 2014
UntitledForget the hands that held yours: / remember your spine. / Wear your hair how you like it.
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Oct 25, 2013
The Last Autumn of Pretendingbare feet by the creek, cold mud / it’s quick-mud, like quick-sand, slithers up / between your toes
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Oct 15, 2013
and then it occurred to me,i forgot about / wishing on ladybugs.
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Mar 23, 2013
a daydreama whisper down a stairwell, / hear words trickle like / pebbles dropped in puddles
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Mar 7, 2013
optometrical crisesyou’ve got these filaments in your eyeballs / light bulb filaments, / flicker, spark
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Dec 28, 2012
I wish I didn't want to be somebodyAnd the worst thing is, / I muttered to my right thumb’s torn cuticle, / The Absolute Very Worst Thing In the History of the Universe is
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Oct 30, 2012
Poem inspired by Rene Magritte's "Golconde"Clean shaven, bowler-hatted, crisp-suited men / are spattered across the canvas, / with stiffened spines,
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Oct 6, 2012
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