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Aug 2014
I. Blood
Red is color that appears without its name
uninvited like spectators from beyond the field.
To make you hurt was never not my intent.
Now even dripping,
you must pay to see the ball game.
II. Hound
In a lot obscured by mountains
we played because no eyes watched
you were snatched away
into sprawling dirtied concrete
and no eyes watched.
III. ******
In an alley obscured by lamp’s lack
a man strapped for cash
unstrapped a knife from where it belted
and took as he pleased
more than he ought to have
and the night said, β€œNothing.”.
IV. Song
The no noise of your
feet against marble chills me
The no song of your warbling voice
fills me as I near death
What music will hide away
your silence?
Heidi Kalloo
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