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A Poem by N
The week of your departure,
I found a sparrow’s pulpy skeleton
Twisted sharp, splintered across the sidewalk
In thin strands of porcelain and..
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A Poem by N
The feeling is different,
being separated
by this barrier,
this battalion of
cats and
this menagerie
of lies
It is like having too many paper..
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A Poem by N
The thermometer moves to kill the chill, and I
become a fresh-minted rose,
a new heart past which
the chambré breeze can swish
and whispe..
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A Poem by N
She prays upon the satin sheets:
"Protect me, Lord, from crooks and cheats."
She preys upon the satin boys;
their crooked hearts become..
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A Poem by N
Comfort was sought in eyes like a basin:
porcelain soft yet moonlight cool
like enameled cast iron
full of the sweetest poison.
Anise, licorice, c..
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A Poem by N
No longer know I beauty, so I invent and date our meeting.
Your..
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A Poem by N
Jocose it is to think that- I long for: glittering generalities, that I'm too daft to see right through. Like all these wildflower faces lying side ro..
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A Poem by N
And I will be your false prophet.
Paper papillion of a manifestation infestation,
I have become an elegant slave
to the finest of poisonous arts.
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