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805A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier805 Watershed moments while sitting in traffic, the girl two cars up is texting while she waits. The smoke from my cigarette circulates, .. |
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ThreeA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThree I had been lying here for three days before they found me, all sticky and sweet. I had in my right hand a fist, and a clump of .. |
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ZippoA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierZippo She lights a cigarette with the Zippo her father gave her, the only thing from his house she was allowed to retrieve. A bottle full.. |
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SmileA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSmile Walking midmorning, another cold day in Los Angeles, and the ever present sound of comfortable shoes echoes down the alleyway. .. |
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SmotheredA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSmothered Walking in the sunshine for the first time, every step the thoughtful consideration of something different. And there are those .. |
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I Can't Feel My FeetA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierI Can’t Feel My Feet Looking to shut it down, standing in line waiting to be fed a spoonful of life. And I can’t see the stars .. |
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DefinitionA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierDefinition The accommodation of other Peoples problems with image, I am a small projection on a very large screen. Being not a facsimile, .. |
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StilettosA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierStilettos An exercise of intolerance, these dreams have all been made by men. Sitting under the microscope, unchanged, but yet different.. |
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BirchwoodA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBirchwood Breaking down like Birchwood, the feelings of a foggy day sends shivers down my spine. Eating the leftovers of life, not quite .. |
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HandbagA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierHandbag “An empire For an apple!” he’d shout. I didn’t know what he meant by that, still don’t. His voice .. |
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ApplesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierApples Needing a place to hang my head, walking along main street downtown. A reprise, as the sun climbs over dirty feet. And I, look.. |
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Paper CupA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPaper Cup Looking into clocks out of frustration, drinking beer from a wine glass, torture; from the bottom of a paper cup. The cloudy re.. |
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AloneA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAlone I feel like I felt when I was young, alone, staring out the window at a cool blue sky, thinking that reality is as thin as a pane of g.. |
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Bad FaithA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBad Faith Sometimes I wish that the breath would leave, my body. Surrounded by quiet contemplation, I have discovered trepidation; wiltin.. |
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The WallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Wall I never had a chance, left in the bucket of a driveway in the suburbs. Looking west through blue ocean eyes, telling secrets to .. |
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Above AverageA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAbove Average There is a passion in the pudding, looking out windows when there is no smell to the air, she sits in cool contemplation. Av.. |
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PacificA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPacific By the scattered sun of foggy San Diego mornings, perplexed in the most obvious of delights, watching the seagulls pick bread, from .. |
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ForwardsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierForwards Looking up I think of water, not a drop to drink, yet filling my every glass. And in foolish reflections, I've gone and done it .. |
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BusA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBus Sitting in cool reflections, testing the warmth of the sun, downtown. Optimistic, as the birds feed on the trash in the streets, o.. |
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100 TimesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier100 Times Rattled withdire emotions,the wolfand the bull,blisteringthe brain.Setting in motionthe making of plans,escalating events,to a conclusionmo.. |
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