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I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home �"Q postcard-long love note to an elegant laundress ..

I just love how everyone thinks they can write poetry such tortured artists exist among us. Didn’t you know? (you probably do. Th..

Confess(shins) scrape against the cave tunnel wall&floor clasp close to smother the truth out spreading wings like nail marks a prehis..

Our kitten three months young missing a tooth begs the question what else is he missing?

“I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home.” crossing the street, admiring the elegant laundress𱉮..

They wanted her for her hands tactile wonders that saw on her behalf here she lies, sawed in half on the table of restraint, struggling to speak..

Coin-op kings professional repairmen of early machines stored in a listing barn propped up by wooden tool boxes wedged in its armpits they..

Watched a man on television spread his arms in desert panoramic vision no one needs to add Technicolor to the sand it is the only color for ..

For no reason at all It is summer so we walk outside take trips to the gas station The two of you meet for no reason at all (you tell me not s..

I began this poem with the phrase sliced tuna, a serious grasping at straws�" my boyfriend eyes dropping over my shoulder in the seat ne..