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Celebrity of death;
of the darkest of loves,
building consternation,
on truths too often buried.
Marry bones to the blade;
merry words can seem bleak,
see these teeth?
Might be joy;
never knovv,
'til the svving.
Predilection to:        f
tooth between teeth -   e
without compunction -   e
pearly white             -  l
welcome mat
a semblance of home  
                         so I
              drug
       grip
        tug
              twist

           incisor
       cuspid
    bicuspid

          a lovely mouthful
             tonight
                to my
                   merriment
                      you bleed
 May 2016 Maple Mathers
Lauren R
I. The prettiest thing I've ever done was hold someone while they cried. This was the most beautiful I've ever looked. She shook like a rabbit, watching cars whir by on the roadside.

II. I've fallen in love with strangers. I've fallen in love with familiar faces, and then fell out of love when I realized they were still strangers.

III. I had a dream my father hated me. I woke up, and I couldn't look at him in the eyes during dinner.

IV. I watched a deer cross the road today, her head hung low in the thick morning mist. I called her Daisy, and Daisy ran into the graph paper patterned trees of the forest. She disappeared as the fog closed in, dashing into the blank scene in front of me, the painted canvas of her back running across the page like a blur of everything I love about living.
A collection of short poems
It was wind and wild - sunset on the California coast
we watched the birds seemingly fly backwards
seagulls and brown pelicans
the wind bit my cheeks quite red
barefoot, we sank in the cooling sands
watching the final flash of glassy sun
firewater reflecting on the darkened lands
the sky swallowed the sailing light away
with the half moon askew above the bay.
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