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The sharp edges are worn away.
Life has made me smooth
as sea glass,
rounded where
once I was polished blade.
Dull,
infinitely dull.
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The girls are sentimentalbut squeamish of thornsof impalementin generali am a target for boysBB guns and slingshotstake down the weakest of thingsand ..
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I am transparentfragileCoke bottle greenwith motion sicknessfrom the birthing canalto the briar patchHere you don't movedon't share in the sunglint or..
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I misread the sentence " All done with midnights" as " All done with midgets
the poem followed
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Each morning the Mockingbird
sings and squabbles
hoots, beeps, bops
croons outside my window.
He repeats the same songs
ad infini..
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They will read what I've written
and perhaps take comfort in the fact,
that on paper at least,
I seemed fine with the whole idea.
That I wasn't ..
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I swallow her cast off cruelties
because love coats kisses with glass,
to dwell in her favor
one must take her nails.
To live one must always ..
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I always attach such significance
to dreams of her.
They are hallowed visitations,
faces on cathedral floors,
voices in waning night
that cleav..
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I watch her take my hand
out of love, fear and instinct.
Pieces of the world
are growling,
and threaten,
turning strawberry milk
to a monstros..
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Originally published in Zygotes In My Coffee
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