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The Dollhouse NeighborThe silver fog slithers around / my ankles, slowly winding up / my legs with a serpent's silk move.
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The Black HandkerchiefFrom beginning to end / she kept a straight face. / If she didn't, she would *just explode.*
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Puppy DreamsI wonder what puppies dream of. / Their eyes roll back and twitter away, / As their bodies twitch and sometimes frighten you.
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Unfamiliar TongueThe girl in the canary yellow dress / tosses her dried baguette crumbs onto the dirt. / With 35mm eyes her parents watch
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NewlywedsI like to say I live comfortably / in my own filth, but that's just lies. / My house is disgusting, at least in my eyes.
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The House of Special PurposeFor Anastasia / *Give patience, Lord, to us Thy children / In these dark, stormy days to bear
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The Nativity of the Resurrection ChildOn one side of Alexander Palace Papa stroked / his coiffed whiskers, pacing back and forth / in his simple study.
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Amelia and Her Husband, The BearPaint peels off walls as / Cracks grew from the crumbling / Drywall, the window sill rotten.
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RoverOur sweaty hands grasped tightly, / white-knuckling, bracing for impact. / My paint-and-peel green nail polish
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1960-R*An ode of some sort* / If there were two of me and I stood / upon myself, I still couldn't reach the top.
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