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WastewaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWastewater Sweetwater moments, never shedding tears down the drainpipe of a rundown life. Walking quietly in 6 inch stilettos, borrowi.. |
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The Last CallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Last Call Moving through crowds simulating sadness, tortured; the anxiety overcomes everything, even whiskey over rocks, or another empty.. |
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AyaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAya It’s in the expression, her giving of rocks, subtlety; an unconventional life. She left home; forgetting the spring roll for a h.. |
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A Quiet ConversationA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierA Quiet Conversation Pepper;one fine frenzy,an open eyein the palm of your hand. Lazy in the spice field,picking plumsfrom a dead tree,like tastin.. |
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Of Darwin and GodA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOf Darwin and God The life and the breath, Darwin; of Darwin and God, thinking the footprints are a monkeys not mans. Doesn’t really .. |
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K.N.S.A Poem by Abigale LeCavalierK.N.S. It wasn’t so much a surprise, there was milk in the wine bottle; her smile said it all as I sat opposite her, legs crossed. &.. |
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The Peoples CourtA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Peoples Court It was long as days go, longer than usual. Breathing felt labored and ill prepared, numbing the tips of the fingers and t.. |
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OkayA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOkay Almost a cliché thinking of life underground, sitting in the pink and the black, with a smile on my face. All the whittling i.. |
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The Sun and The MoonA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Sun and The Moon A gross mismanagement of sacrifice, leaving tin cups in the corner of a distant life. But a life none the less. Spil.. |
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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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