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-on sundays i ask myself questions without question marks. / like: how did you figure out that i hum when i'm afraid. / like: why do my parents call themselves christians when my younger brothers sound racist at the dinner table without knowing the term.
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Jan 3, 2011
:the concept of death lies parturient in your mouth, / swollen and festering, writhing in itself, / as weighty as a missing molar and just
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Jan 23, 2011
/the people look like ache, / shriveled and lost inside / their twisted interpretations of movement.
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Jan 19, 2011
'my loose hair hides in the pockets of my clothes / calves and elbows jumbling tiredly along the gravel path / that leads to the road
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Jan 30, 2011
**i am a thing dug of poetry, / labeled ***** / and mangled into death masks
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Jan 19, 2011
+there is settled ink / in the curve of your chin, / graceful arms shadowed
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Nov 8, 2010
also, i do not believe in youi want to peer inside your beating / veins, copy the colors off the / walls and write the names down,
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Nov 10, 2010
a moist heart lineunwrap my ribs. carefully, / like a present you've been waiting for / since october.
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Nov 16, 2010
arrowhead mountain spring wateri was going to write a piece using the word we entirely too often. talk about the slip of your palms down my cheeks, the floaty high after you don't sleep for forty-eight hours and then skip gallantly through the albertson's parking lot. i was going to write this immense prose with weaving metaphors and phrases that begged to be spoken. a piece with a moral, about a boy and a girl, or maybe two girls, or an animal and the voice that haunts it. about a willow bride with gauze wrapped firmly around a puncture wound. describe the inner monologue of a park bench. but maybe not, because that would be deleted. / i could write you a letter, because you know who you are. or the empty waterbottle that is staring mournfully at me, or burlap sacks, or the words that i speak of constantly but never speak.
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Jan 3, 2011
a running poemthe earth wells up with light / at my eternal touch / great springs of it
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Mar 21, 2013
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