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White Winter
In my dreams she comes, frostbitten; blue asphyxiation. Her lips like dried leaves, brown, crisp. Her eyes streaked with trauma and under siege. She commands me, summoning my tremors with her poisoned...
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In A Bad Habit
The graveyard passes me; I am buried in there, somewhere. I never got a map. I got sweet that sweet fragrance of sympathy from hands that still pulsate. But a map? No! Maps are cold. Indifferent....
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Earthquakes And Eruptions
I live with a turtle in cold corn field rows. He is hard. Last time we visited a moon together, he took my pen, his tricky art, pliable concern caked dirty under turtle nails. He has not always been a...
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Fool
You stand tallest! Alongside mountains, looking down at your insects below. Your long, strong arms cross a heaving chest of a man; one who drinks whiskey from God’s own hands. Our trembling knees...
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Pale Blue Soul
I wasn’t ready. I could deny that I was ready, that I was black consequence, late. I had blind chances, but sight breaks like disinfectant. His quiet minutes blew off the wind. His face said that he...
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Then He Asks Me For A Prayer
it won’t be long the Japanese death garden sings wildly across the world I whistle back, a soft. black tune and lose my eyes to winter I sleep with her on desperate nights, her hard skin teaches me...
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The Devil’s Home
The sun lays September to rest, my single tree quivers against black canvas, frost steals my breath and this night makes it hard to be a river. My moon cannot gaze quick enough in any direction, I...
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When It Snows In The Desert…
there is no grace. Each flake is a poisoned needle jabbing in my skin. Every sting of winter is a piece of her blue eyes, and his blue lips barely parted in a box. I imagine his last breath and wonder...
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Like I Am
I did not touch yesterday, like I say I did. My fingerprints are missing. I lost them on a glass man, wrapped my hands around his whiskey sour, like I shouldn’t have. He mingled with fire over victory,...
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Sagittarius A
Ten thousand light years from Orion’s Arm, my eye is naked and distinguished. Your small satellite orbits my dark regions with aim. I am uninhabitable with my gas, and dust, and hot stars spiraling in...
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