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You thought I meant to leave you
entrapped in the family blanket;
The one that suffocated our lives
with enmeshment, a guilty fabric
sold in all..
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You said the fog here cloudedthe gist of your visions.You said it kept the sun out.But the sun is my oyster,golden, slipping down my throat,so that ..
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Lavender, and the dawn is slow,to twine the granite mountain in its light,or push the darkened lavender to gold.I think I might extend my drive to w..
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The opacity of the green boughs where I sit,
filter out the rainbow's quiet descent.
I find my own safe comfort from the rain.
A coven of trees e..
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My Oasis of
Attitudes
Once I thought to walk the long highway in front of our house,
to take myself to the end of the world, or at l..
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ToddlerIn the prettiest moments of whiteness,when a clean heart coincides withmy line of vision, I pause for the purityenclosed in small garments.Ther..
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Whitewash
The city wanted a new image.The buildings were shoots of black mold,rubbing their scent on fake foliage.The streets stank of tar &..
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Purple Is Pretty
I raised my hand for permission to speak,but the dark braid of the asylum's aide,swung full view to greet me.I learned to talk to ..
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It is hard to remember why I came here.
I think someone rumored how the fog
swallowed the height of ridge lines,
and that I wanted to see
the ..
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By morning I have recovered a cheerful nature.
Theday before someone had pocketed my pay.
I decide to hold no malice;
Malicestays sticky to the t..
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