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Novelty ActA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierNovelty Act It seems that the novelty has worn off, or at least worn thin; formative as a common bell. No more questions or adequate loo.. |
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BrothersA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBrothers Always in the process of uprooting, I have everything to gain but acceptance. And in my right hand I hold my two sons, in the le.. |
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AwkwardA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAwkward It’s the pose that is awkward, pressed against the door jamb every night always makes my back hurt, and my feelings. The soun.. |
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I.E.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierI.E. Is it often satisfactory, to think it natural that I comes before E, and that words grow as plants, some filled with poison. Then it m.. |
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ExcessA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierExcess Older in person then the photographs I am portrayed in, a bit of silver in my hair, not unlike Superman’s mother. My rubbing.. |
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StatueA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierStatue An uneasy moving target, the only psychopath in the room. It’s the blood on the fingertips that gives him away, ominous real.. |
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SweatA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSweat It was the first of many nightmares, the sweet sweat in the corners of someone else’s eyes. A beggar in the bathroom, the paper.. |
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GiaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierGia Applauded for her convictions, she named her children after characters from black and white westerns, the good ones of course. She si.. |
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MovementA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMovement How long shall we stand here, still? As bitter as the buttercup, bound by the morals buried in tobacco pipes of bureaucrats and doc.. |
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PlaidA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPlaid It's as hard to believe as a freshman on campus, bells and whistles and bubble gum. An afterthought from the smoke of a freshly .. |
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LimestoneA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierLimestone Perching on rocks her favorite past time, considering; the bottle over the buck. With only a shoe left on the right foot, her to.. |
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Sales PitchA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSales Pitch Well established in front of puddle water, it is almost as embarrassing the regurgitated words found on every sidewalk. A .. |
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GlassA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierGlass If the meaning in the words escape intrusion, and a thoughtful tone sets glass ideals in motion, it is the indignity of standing in .. |
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Small ChangeA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSmall Change It’s the way he moved his hands that first drew me to him. Making small circles on the table top, looking me in the eye. .. |
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Green TeaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierGreen Tea It’s the sound of the critics that makes the head hurt, the spilling of blood with words, every last drop. Holding art ove.. |
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Rubber BootsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRubber Boots It’s on these wet mornings at the park that she feels the most insecure, even as the children still play in their rubber.. |
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Rose and PalmA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRose and Palm I find it impossible to be complacent when not being listened too, or even heard. It makes me wither like a rose half pas.. |
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FREE Hand.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierFREE Hand He was panting as he pointed to the words on the page, looking me desperately in the eyes. “but how does that apply to me.. |
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The Best of FriendsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Best of Friends Every morning they meet in the same place at the same time, to pool whatever money they made the day before. One with .. |
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In PassingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierIn Passing Average; every meaning of that word, I am not. Because it takes hours for me to leave the house. Complications with simple l.. |
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