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You complain that your fingers ache
from the stiffness of new clothespins.
The spring coils are stubborn and the wood
is slippery. They grasp the..
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You know how the landlord said,
"if the waterheater is broken
I'll turn it up
but call if nothing changes."
I have been taking t..
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The pressure of your lip, so warm
you say, the cup to your mouth,
brow wrinkled by the hot liquid
pouring over your tongue. Now
why is it that I..
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folded, torn, creased
dusty, yellowed, new
lined, thinned, kept
there are words i wouldn't find,
times again, colors that tasted
like everythin..
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This little drought,
this little rain.
I plan on finding words:
shaking them from a tree
turning them over in the mud
tossing them into you..
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"ever yours, ever mine"
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"Look" he said, placing the smooth quartz stone in her palm, "what do you see when you look at it?"
She takes a moment before tur..
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it is a lot of heat
this aching
feeling in my throat
bubbling up
i wring out my eye
my pillow
a sponge
mascara-marked and soggy
in the mor..
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i knew that the
hill crested too early
whichever way i
descend
wind dances in my hair
making me inhale
exhale, sway
like a willow tree
s..
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The tides pull me under my
pillow at night
when you wake and find
me buried
like a polished shard of nothing.
How can I say that my actions
we..
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