elise-beaudoinWhisper

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Wooden BoxesBlack skirts and black blouses, / Black slacks and black jackets. / One hundred black bruised hearts.

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Pig tails and Teddy bearsAll Yvonne asked for was Superman, / Ice cream style / with more blue than yellow

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Melted CrayonsUnwritten letters flock like vultures above my father as he sleeps, / rewriting themselves as storm-wrecked wrens. / A plethora of apologies too late to be useful.

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WhirlpoolsHeartache flies like sand blown by a cool desert wind toward my Nathan, / Seeing rage and screaming ochre sadness, / rushing to the front knowing,

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ChainsThe dump truck stops at his curb. / A pack of wolves file into the house, men in orange vests, / Greedy eyes taking in everything they see.

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How to make soup.First, throw in heaps of leotards and tights, / Piles of pointe shoes and old band aids. / Follow that with boxes

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Letter to Nathan's GunDear Sir, / Miles of rotten potatoes / and leagues of broken windshields can’t still my worry.

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