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Marilyn Marilyn in a blind panic, her breasts as monuments her hands tied to the forceps, of a long labor of pretending, wondering what s..

just whining a little!

Journeys A long time ago I knew the way to China, now my daughter knows that the world is not flat that sweet grass grows everywhere in the wor..

Heart I could not tell you anything when you were in love with her. She walked angelic, the hammer in her heart hidden, her hands too small to do..

The Panic Attack Problem Tonight, I need you to pretend to listen. You have heard it all before. There is a train whistle in my head and on so..

Walking the Face Lines There are a million voices on my face. Some of them have left exit lines and small shadows I hear the words that on..

A Magic in Madness I rushed sleepward and saw my horse standing by a long canal. His head was drooped in drowsiness & one hoof dug quietly i..

The Exchange he is primed for battle, barefoot, with boots in hand. it is the first day of my new job the other two workers are barricaded behi..

A Sundial Sonnet A thousand rules stand on crutches at my back door. I forget why I need them. I forget the circumstances of their arrival. Jus..

Death & Small Pieces I cannot swallow the largeness of your leaving The stiffness of your lips concealing a low rumbled laughter that tight..