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BedrestThere is no movement here / (Except inside my head) / Besides the rhythmic heaving of my chest, / My
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Dec 1, 2015
You cannot resurrectYou cannot resurrect / Memories / That / Have wedged themselves between / The future and the past, /
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Dec 1, 2015
Hands (inseparable)I do not know you the way a morning glory knows the sunlight: dependent, wilted in its absence. / No
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Dec 1, 2015
The intimacy of scarsWhen I discovered I had cancer, / I was told that I would learn a lot / About Life and Death and Tim
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Jan 21, 2015
JudasPain is beauty: / The thick, swollen red line / Runs jagged between my hip-bones / To right beneath
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Sep 17, 2014
JuneHow can one measure happiness? / Today's youth fades into tomorrow's yesterday, / As age wears its w
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Sep 17, 2014
We are-We are / Born like this / Into this / Into these carefully mad wars / Into the sight of broken facto
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Sep 17, 2014
A brief intermissionA nation with daddy issues / We call out- yes master / Success took a sudden left / And we've forgot
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Sep 17, 2014
I wish you would hear me when I sayI wish you would hear me when I say I've been thinking about you. / It's not enough, you say: / Your
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Sep 17, 2014
Writer's blockI wrote a poem with your name, / And left a lot of blanks along the way: / Subtle mannerisms meant t
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Sep 17, 2014
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