patti-1Whisper

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12:13pressure pressure pressure / hollow paper skin / I'm not a paper airplane and
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Nov 25, 2012
1. you're not a thing like jesusthese last two weeks drag on. / I wash my hair all the time, rinse and repeat rinse and repeat rinse and repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat / slithering out of my follicles and sliding down the drain
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Nov 25, 2012
before life and the dream collidepushing toward the things I dreamed as a seed: / a particulate of matter nestled under the blankets / of earth and potentiality.
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Nov 25, 2012
brighter.one o'clock in the morning / switch switch clack clack / there's a train and it's streaming swirls of
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Nov 25, 2012
chaosthis time of year things grow piercingly / into your heart; blades of grass push through / tender flesh and harden into sand-sharpened
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Nov 25, 2012
dawn of city lightsthe sinking sun keeps calling / poetic bones and walgreens; three am / flinging glass, nightmares, explicit
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Nov 25, 2012
everything is relativethere's this way things slip into the past, / quicker than it feels like; / I miss old brown jeeps and something
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Nov 25, 2012
from the words that carve our livessubtlety is not a trait I possess well, when I mention / late night texts and infatuation here and there I mean *you*, / the problem is that I've been here before and I've
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Nov 25, 2012
how could I **** a manlast night scraped painstakingly / from the fissures in my brain / scraped like ink from wood-latch boxes with
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Nov 25, 2012
I can walk for miles, miles, milesI have been bright, hovering for weeks with the edges of ovals I so narrowly believed to be bicycle wheels, / discovering good friends in places right under the windowsill, freshening up the roses / in the pots I'd forgotten about on the back porch.
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Jan 14, 2013
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