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A Poem by Her
in that dark hall,
your hair crawled down your back, slow with time,
curls of something likeivy on the walls,
of a tired and endearing human fo..
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A Poem by Her
i kissed the locusts wing
and prayed to the sidewalk grey
to keep me conscious.
desperation
in the form of shaking knees
eloise's laughter muff..
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A Poem by Her
3:08 am.
You are sorting, shifting. Papers known & unknown hang loosely in your long fingers, gaining identities as they are placed. Ordered, s..
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A Poem by Her
When I first moved to the United States,
I was introduced to a very young girl in a room of grays and summer ways.
Back when the walls were bare a..
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A Poem by Her
And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired tranquil place,
Where the weather wont get trapped inside my bones.
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We were l..
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A Poem by Her
Today, my mother would have turned fourty seven years old.
Today, my mother has been dead for fifteen years.
Today I remember being a frazzled five ..
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A Poem by Her
Oh, the times they are a-changin'
In the kitchen,
we abandoned the cupcakes we made without icing on a silent stove top,
for a cold couch and a..
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A Story by Her
At an intersection, there are people standing around with shocked faces with shocked words with shocked hearts.
At an intersection, traffic is cl..
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A Poem by Her
I miss you, and the street light sun,thatunwound beginnings in a marvelous manner,
and how it made you glow, looking something like love,
soft and..
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