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When
I was a Joey,
I
didn’t drink tea;
I turned human before I
was
seven, but still drank
no
tea and no coffee..
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My
thoughts are unremitting moths
that
are attracted to the flames hiding
between
her thighs.
The
long and shor..
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She
dips her rag into the pail,
and sops
up soapy water, thinking,
I
shouldn’t have to do this again.
She
si..
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***
The
dog food is flying, slung
by
three hungry beaks that sit
on
the rim of the dog food bowl,
a
paradoxical juxtaposi..
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***
Wild strawberries have sprouted
in
the garden where we planned
to grow
cone flowers.
I
don’t have the heart to di..
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***
My
companion -- I would say friend,
but
there are no friends
in
a master-slave relationship -- is
deathly
sick. Proof..
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***
Once
you’ve hiked
the
entire length and depth
of
the Grand Canyon,
there’s
nothing left
but
to do it aga..
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I’m
growing weary of running,
never
knowing what I chase,
never
catching a break, unable
to
see around the next c..
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***
The
wake is held in a brave
new
world, with flies buzzing
all
around. The conch shell
belongs
to the bravest bully.
..
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***
The
eyes do indeed have it --
eye
liner, eye shadow, eye lashes
curled
and darkened.
The
smokey eye catches my eye,
a..
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