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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
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Twelve Days Til Christmas
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
picketfencestoowhiteforthiscoastalairstandpoisedfordecorationreadytobedrapedwithcoloredlightsemergingfromacardboardboxreadyfortheannualuntanglingthesn..
Gallery Quality Love
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
whatisloveifnotanunfinishedlineaparticipledanglingherfeetinthewateranounsearchingforhislostadjectiveatreewithoutthetall?itisasecrethalffilledbyillusor..
Blackfish
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
sonamedforyourcolor -atribalcontrastofblackonwhitethereisnokillerinyouonlyinstinctsteepedincuriosityitissaidthatthehigh-reachingsailofyourdorsalfintel..
How to Breathe
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
in bed again same cinematic deliverance playing for the sixth time this week it seems easier to get lost when I already know the ending ..
Signs
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
this dull ache bears a misplaced name scratched out in midnight moon-paint upon a wall I used to brush with lover’s eyes as you..
An Infant's Voice
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
i have long walked the winding road -- clattered forward upon cagey cobblestone tripping on cracks while prudently avoiding italicized..
Dead Air
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
these irritably critical conversations are spreading me thin like honey scraped across burnt toast and I am quite sure that if I sto..
October 27th
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
i have become an old book - dog-eared pages, water stained cover, i am weathered from too many readings fumbling fingers have fol..
60 Minutes From Sunrise
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
in metaphor you are perfection - careless eyes cast down a narrow nose, the hipsters would call you cool, but I cannot seem to call y..
Killing Jar
A Poem by
Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
the only way around it is to seal myself inside the killing jar -- cotton ball soaked in ether and mislaid words, until my worried wi..
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