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WindMan of the Mountainhe snaps his barbed jaws made of thin sticks— you know / the kind that / **SNAP** and **CRACK** ominously underfoot when the woods have grown too
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the bones of my enemiesrage has a way of awakening / the sacred fiery feminine within me / i suppose i should be accepting of flippant
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wise-woman visionsI can imagine / myself as a midwife or a medicine woman— / waking early
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ii am an animal— should I not delight in this? / Should I not celebrate / bare skin and bared teeth?
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homesicki am homesick / or maybe just / sick
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if ever iIf ever I thought I was / worthless / useless
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am i the moon?sometimes i feel like i’m two creatures caught / b / e
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instagrammy mouth was still stained / red from the / pomegranate seeds i ate from the palm of you hand
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i can't pass up a swing-setwithout the memories of playgrounds-- / the smell of too many American Spirits / (andsometimesnewportmentholswhentimesgottough)
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love at the bottom of bottleFill the silence of our discontent with the sound of a swishing liquor bottle and the popping of pills. / We are rocks in each others’ sinking worlds but I’m / not your rock anymore.
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