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exactly a year ago,
fresh out of psychiatry
a new life
was handed to me.
like a charity-shop jewel
it bagged around my shoulders
and fit rather ..
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she's felt it before,
the fear to turn your back
leaving it bare.
feeling their
whiplash tongues.
an absentee
for many motives-
eight hours be..
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before twelve o'clock,
the bus crested a familiar avenue
and upon impulse,
i descended the steps.
walked the sunny minutes,
to the door, then
bl..
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a picture of you,
against the waves
froth like steamed milk.
the sun turned your hair
to burnished gold.
it warmed your skin,
lighting it up,
l..
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i came back to my body,
still impervious
numb and wanting.
claire's face became real
and my arms suddenly heavy
with trays and cups
and sodden n..
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for the sake,
of a sister-friend
we ran into tides
and filled out our dresses
and wondered about love together.
for a skinny, wasted girl
whose ..
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trust me,
how can i trust mercury?
when eyes empty
and lips withdraw
and i begin to believe
you can't like me like this
anymore.
i know that i..
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june; liquid heat,
that quenched our muscles
and froze them before the possibility
of motion.
less intoxicate, more immobile
drunk.
dans mes r..
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there are two lovers on the carpet-
mon amant, la clef mon coeur.
no doubt rilke told it better,
but he did not have this lover.
l..
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i'm your starling;
cupped in the palms of your open hands.
i say; "i think i'll be a bird this summer"
and your arms come around me
from behind.
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