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My heart is a violent thing.
I’ve known since I was four.
It would pound blood
Into my ear when I was trying
To sleep. I thought of elephan..
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derived from a dream
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Please break my bones,
And reassemble them.
I’ve never been a builder;
More visionary than anything else.
Please eat my heart,
And do use..
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A loosely structured villanelle.
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You make my brain melt out my ear;
A hunk of brie in my oven.
Your cold car keys tickle my neck
And I wonder
Why its so bright when I see you.
I&..
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My mother,
While doing her hair,
Asked why I hunch over when I breathe.
“Because Mother,”
I said,
“The weather is changing,
A..
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I’ve seen you, and your pore less, silky, plum, skin.
I’ve never seen you in person.
Your miserable glow smeared on my Father’s ch..
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I was a thin-skinned Aspen
Budding to caress
the sun with pear-shaped,
leafy fingers.
My sisters heard
me fall for you,
with fervor
followed..
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Popping, popping in my chest!
Not hiccups, nor ribs breaking. Something more extraordinary:
Hollow, ragged, bones shreddin..
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The sky’s sour pink tint was a projection of Elliot’s mood. Currents rushed in and out over the pairs of feet. All the while a nagging sen..
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