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I was barelegged with you in a field this morning.You couldn't have been a day past five.It was I who helped you navigate the long grass,the dips in t..
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Night owls scavenge
breakfast. Or is it lunch?
Lost
track 4,015 wrappers ago.
Estranged, studded youth
shuffle the CD bargain bin like
..
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She asked for my fears
but I shrank from her.
She requested tears,
I peeled an onion.
She asked for my dreams,
so I gavesomeone’s.
She sou..
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You
repeated countless times,
“Turn
on the light”, you said,
“You’ll
ruin your eyes like that”
and
..
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To
push through its heavy doors and
step
upon its perfect polished palace
of
square stone angles and fake ferns
was
to leave my skin outs..
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Perhaps
it’s time we sat
you
and I
put
that needless thing sweating your palm
down
and bind yourself to a single spot
..
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This
, our canopied chachette,
a
flawless starburst gem
cradling
the perfect moment
we’ll
never forget, least the
umbrella
we ..
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The ancient entry is polished daily
by whispering feet and careful tongues.
Only whispers live here now.
No one profits of the acoustics,
as if th..
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It was late afternoon , my skull was aridit struck me that I needed a new vehicleto drive my thoughts far enough, fast enoughto the eyes and ears unkn..
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Hold this while I pack…
…or am I unpacking?
Neither, really, they’re just
two fallacies eyeballing
us, we shed our..
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