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Broken Heel?A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBroken Heel? It was done out of anger and not out of respect. The heel from my boot died at the bottom of the stairs. Fixable, but frus.. |
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HeadA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierHead His strength is all that I can handle, a bundle of nerves, cut just rite, and close to the heart. Arms that are good for holding, and.. |
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PieceA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPiece With every step taken a piece is left behind, dropping off like beads from last years mardi gras. Slipping off in the shower down t.. |
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BlindfoldA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBlindfold It was the start of something significant, with a touch of underlying courage. Blood red in the bathtub, same as; bathing every.. |
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MomoA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierMomo A moment passed and then another, she looked so surprised to see me, though she has a thousand times. The Nuns call her Lou smiling .. |
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PocketsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPockets The bitterness of morning, and a thin crust of bread, a breakfast telegraphed by the rubbing of nickels in an old mans pockets. .. |
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DirtA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierDirt Tasteless, as peeking around corners, gripping at the straws in a strangers scotch and water. Being thoroughly dissolved in the wrong .. |
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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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