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sunday morning
# *Twin glasses of orange juice, froth quietly fizzling out
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A plate of turkey bacon piled overzeal
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flood watch
days crawl by
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and humidity stills the air.
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the black flies are late this season,
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though around
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inheritance
i am a woman with pain built in.
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lighting a candle each night & kneeling before Someone &
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waitin
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11:23 pm
thinking about how cops are beating protestors senseless not even 20 minutes from where i live.
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th
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19 in quarantine
The *drip drip drip* of the Nespresso machine keeps me company.
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I watch the brown pool rise and ri
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april
You used to say my eyes were beautiful right before
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splitting me open, groin to gullet.
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*(Do you
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the great god pan is dead.
spilled butane from a refilled lighter
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heat lightning in the humid air
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cigarette butts in a dirt
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loving like a masochist
creation like an all-consuming fire
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splintering sense of self until a chest fills with bone shards
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when can we see photographs of blackness?
Not until you can see the pain in our eyes, the scars on our skin, the protruding ribs and distended
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tooth decay
So this is what pain feels like:
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A rotting in the center of your tooth.
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You don’t want to touch
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