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F White Nov 2012
pull your head out of your own-

you're not perfect
you'll never-

So be Just Enough.

that's all. it's not
a competition.

because we all
eventually still

end up


behind the finish line.
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F White Nov 2012
45 minutes to go and-
their kisses are
ours.
I can't look I
know,
but my eyes follow
and seek like hot stones.


I feel their stories-
their
distances stretching-
the burden of
their own loves sinking into
my chest on top
of the open chasm
left by predawn at greyhound.

I hate every time
I have to
say it. I
crave the return
so so so so so...

Stop.


Dear Soul Anchor,
leave me in the Hall-

but be my port
cover my heart
with an oilcloth

so that somebody
else's farewells
will no longer
leak in.

This storm of
our own,
is Heavy Enough.
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F White Nov 2012
When did I start
writing 'Woman?'

Always a ******* the
Inside.

Took two
glasses-

To See.
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F White Nov 2012
outside of myself
currently.
smoking a whole
cigarette in the icy night
pretending to Be.
The shell of
a woman wearing a grown up
coat doing the rules-
paying the dues of
a liar with a book,
a quill and a crown.
the liquor holds my lips
open and-
I feel hollow and full
in my head...
and I wonder where I'm
supposed to be.
and am hoping that maybe in this state
I will be able to tell
myself the answer-
since I'm telling
all,
Anyway.
My hair smells like
ash,  my fingers cold on
the filter.
The stars are too clear.
I should probably...

reality snaking in
to remind-

I'm
getting too
old for this.
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F White Nov 2012
I'm teaching them
how to write
the things that I-

can't.
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F White Nov 2012
I am a full cup
balancing on the shelf
constantly testing my surface tension

just waiting for a little jiggle
to break the slack.

and When It Happens
this camel is gonna start running.
and she ain't never looking back.
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F White Sep 2012
when sinking
you make a redundant buoy
a faux bolster
the worst kind of cushion

the water boy [woman]
for a fake league
where the points don't
necessarily matter.

but even if you can't
reach the top of the
board, you still have
to accept the apple and
leave it on your desk

because christopher columbus
has started to
run out of ships
so now it's your turn
to start claiming
land
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