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mother

A Poem by Francis Myerick

motherit's that word moth,...her to be mothed.i wonder soft, swadled closerare you? and why,i imagine you in newspaper rooms in glasses a secret..

april 2 2015

A Poem by Francis Myerick

if you could have seen meif you could know what i feltto want to hold,how it felt to be held,if you could know rose thatblooms out of me, if you could..

karma b***h

A Poem by Francis Myerick

last night I dreamt of dogsI dreamt I saw BatmanI wondered if you told him the truthor just what you’d told that man.the thing about your dogsis..

things we don't say

A Story by Francis Myerick

I am lying in bed with the sanest lover I have ever had."I want to see more movies about abused children.”He gives me a strange look and laughs ..

love poime.

A Poem by Francis Myerick

you're a transmission,you are phonogenic information. and you are sound waves, you're how broken-off leaves know to take root blue green,..

for a---

A Poem by Francis Myerick

if i could, alex,i would draw a circle around youlike a kid on a bike.if i could i'd drag youlike a rag doll to the spotwhere we buried mineand make y..

twins

A Poem by Francis Myerick

so, we keep it in writing the things we wanted to say with our bodies the look of a girls dystopian nightmare, and i wanted to show it ..

on the rocks

A Poem by Francis Myerick

he comes homein this light the glasses reflect,I fill them and drop in ice, and we fighthe tells his wife not to shoutbut gives one good reason to ope..

i'm living in New York, you know.

A Story by Francis Myerick

in brooklyn.by the flatbush food co-op.stop being an a*****e.we're moving states in a few months. so...if you ever wanted to say hi in person, you're ..

scott,

A Poem by Francis Myerick

thinking about how things have affected me.