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Avocado, Pt 1.

  The feel of your skin Resisting my knife Delights me. Avocado, It means you are not too soft Inside.

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I Am Your Monsoon

Here is art, Filling the air Inhaled by sick lungs Yours and mine. Here is an aura, My feet are chasing Pounding pavement carelessly. I stand, a witness to your boyhood A jury to watch growing pains, Shaving nicks, and … Continue reading

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Bleached

  Grinning with new teeth (3 shades lighter than last week) Bared, ready To tear throats from necks, Lettuce leaves from dainty salad forks Keeping my shaking legs steady Beneath the skirt of my White, eyelet dress. When my room … Continue reading

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DTJ or Broadcasts from Locker Room

Even the postman stopped To scratch his head and say He’d uh thought that We’d uh fought a war. I didn’t mean to disappoint That dear old boy As he handed me a postcard, With a few lines, “Wish I … Continue reading

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In The Back Of The Temple

Biblically, you ought not spill your seeds on infertile soil- You’ve come to know me as your lush, Dirty grounds, an ethical gray area. Taking matters into our own hands, You spill in my open palms, On fertile hills and … Continue reading

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Left

  Count on one hand Then the next Everything that is here Looking from afar To see things moving farther, Muttering, “just go” Mulling over Why you haven’t just disappeared. Just check for A co-creator in morbidity Deceptive conceiver, If … Continue reading

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The Day He Told Us

A lifetime is easy, Just scenes arranged To make sense of What we feel; As we Experience things that Will never happen, Sadness is not something We are able to Hang on to. The day he told us He wasn’t … Continue reading

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Though We Say Hallelujah

  I step into the coffee shop Aligning myself in the Neat, orderly row. It is Our human branding Because, God surely Loves parallel lines. We don’t know this, Though we say, hallelujah. A baby cries behind me A sign, … Continue reading

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Apotheosis

  I’m a mnemonic device Helping you remember Past, distant love. I dropped my shoes And modesty at the front door; You’d save the best for last, But I still stepped first in line. I emerge from beneath surface tensions … Continue reading

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Paper Dolls

I shot a man last night. It was easier than you’d think, To play God. Though cowardice taints Those pathetic, pulsing veins Revolver pointed at- As a child I had pretty paper dolls That ripped so easily As I tried … Continue reading

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