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She
mistakenly pressed against me, forgetting her last night's
intention
to hate me, to hate my darkness and my dependence.
She
was a bobblehead..
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Had it been a one-night stand, it would have been perfect
Stars performing drunk the first act of the new lovers’ ballet
Waves arching thei..
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A bit of sleep,
not necessarily the kind sort, still
something beyond the rips and snips of slumberland,
and the aching afghan-tussle and self-s..
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The beast in every woman is
unlocked on some Sundays
as a
reminder.
These beasts,
ferocious and sometimes
unkind and distasteful,
congregate..
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Wondering desperately about that which will never occur,
Soothing with alcohol and sex and sleep and
Anything that won’t talk back when
Ov..
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It
curls me. That’s disturbing enough. My body undulates
unknowingly, curling like a lip, curling with contempt, pushing my
limbs into a ..
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I didn't touch it
because it was ugly. It was weird. It was interesting, but not so
much that I wanted to put my fingers to it. I said, "Ew,"
a..
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A friend wrote a poem using song titles (indicated by caps), as well as added words (lower-case) to round out the piece. I decided to write one using ..
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Run my fingers through my hair like a lover
Sweat slicing open paper cuts I
Never knew I had or
Forgot about.
Summertime oozing sumptuous,
A..
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Dark
is
an
altered
shade
of
black
Where
your
demons
and
your
angels
gambol
about
Scamming
and
giggling
and
copping
feels
of..
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