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A Poem by JR
They lay thereas though sleepingwaiting for their momentto riseslide from their delicatewoven wombborn within the glasswith a somnolent ethereal groan..
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A Poem by JR
Can a building really eat a person? Can a hotel transfigure a
soul? She came by bus, she wrote better when she was in the moment. Flashes of
the coa..
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A Poem by JR
She’s given over to the dust
she’s let them hold her arms,
let them peel back her layers
let them inject what they would…
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A Poem by JR
Everything I touch is hot,
every time I fall it’s like flame like
… Those poor blind
stupid b******s
who were dropped
in..
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A Poem by JR
As children we watched
Them
do some work on cattle,
cutting out earmarks
hitting the cows with
the irons
spitting red sparks
and they s..
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A Poem by JR
I am enthralled by the feel of your frame
beneath the squeeze of my fingers
the weight of you, the way you move, the thrum of you
against the..
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A Poem by JR
I wrote a love poem to you on the underside of a desk
in the library, back in ’66 but people didn’t read it
the way it was intended,..
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A Poem by JR
I remember when you were writing your simple poems
the way the light caught you, across the kitchen, sunbeam
and a bar from the Formica countert..
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A Poem by JR
The thing I will remember about you the most
now that you breathe your dirt
wasn’t your heft, or the meat that almost obscured your eyes
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A Poem by JR
You face a tunnel now
something thin, something
with menace with hunger
in the dark in the cold
in the moss that clings to
where the w..
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