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Awkward DrummingI used to be hidden in my room / choking at my mouth's roof / as if stuck within a stutter,
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Oct 2, 2015
Death of the EnemyWe can sense it. / Something deplorable / is about to happen--
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Jun 26, 2015
Testosterone!"I'm not angry," barks / the man-child with fingers / clenched into mittens
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Feb 4, 2015
Messages from an Icelandic VolcanoIf you ever get close / to the fork in a path, / wander through the tectonics
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Nov 22, 2014
Paint ThinnerI shed pretension like a stunted snake skin / within the vicinity of your warmth. / Chicken soup simplicity, I love the recipe.
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Nov 22, 2014
Spotted FruitI left the plantains you sent me / on the counter. Wiped / around them on cleaning days.
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Nov 17, 2014
Goldyn DyliciousNails the length of javelins click on countertop / with the speed of a coked-up woodpecker / as this goddess of the night with bullets
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May 10, 2014
DebutIt's been a bit jarring, this stumble into symmetry, / my good senses / gluing themselves intact
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May 4, 2014
A Cappella Wall of SoundYou make me not hate snoring. / You miracle worker, you. / Usually it feels like a lawnmower
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May 28, 2012
Sentence FragmentI want to tell you something / but my lips are flicking sparks / like a lighter draining fluid
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Apr 5, 2012
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