Myra
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Last Blue RuinA Poem by MyraDon't go to the poem where she kept her things--don't lingerbetween ellipses (I hear lips lock, lock, locking)or flip through pages of that Cattleya N.. |
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The Abortion of MiraA Poem by MyraLet’s go back,to the time we had the world in a room.When the soft light coming from the streetlamp outsidetold more than your silence did"your .. |
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The Manager's _____A Poem by MyraHe watches herLick dry the mouth of her bottledwater without conscious intentof taking anyone alongBut he watches her still,and has broughtHer down to.. |
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Sad GirlA Poem by MyraOutside the window I watch the world on loop. Havingmemorized the dropping cues. Russet,and almost dead. Unceremoniously they fall into gravity'sinevi.. |
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Prelude to WhoredomA Poem by MyraI remember the first time I was born"nicotinenever faded across my tongue.All the while I onlythought of my sister’s China pots.Feathers latched.. |
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