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To **** a man
is to flog his hide
if the hide were his brain
and the scars were
meandering
creases littering.

I have heard
the songed bird cry
when the notes were
both hopeful, unafraid
awake
and twittered.

And in the tired
slow gasping release
of moon upon night
overwhelmed by stars
like satellite
transmitters.
 Mar 2015 Joshua Fenner
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 Mar 2015 Joshua Fenner
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My bones creak
like the inner
workings of
an old house.
There's some damage
from the constant
heartbreaks
and multiple empty
promises,
but they're still
supportive
enough to keep me
standing.
If you listen closely,
you can faintly hear
my frail bones cry,
"I miss you."
Please come
home.



B.S.
My grandparents died when I was 12.
I didn't cry.
My dog, my best friend in the world, died when I was 13.
I didn't cry.
I tore my MCL when I was 14.
I didn't cry.
I  broke my foot when I was 16.
I didn't cry.
I thought I had my heart broken at 17.
I did not cry.

I'm alone now.
I can't stop the tears.
 Sep 2014 Joshua Fenner
holyoak
if hourglass bodies
have taught me anything
it's that beauty
has a time limit
and it would seem
that you and i
were caught begging aphrodite
for just a few more grains of sand

[holyoak]

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