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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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The Night Before

  Each day grows more and more like yesterday A swollen sunshine beating down on us Making me sweat with the anticipation, The hope, That I might finally melt away. Hand in hand, I give each of you a finger … Continue reading

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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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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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White Orchids, Black Marble

  In a crystal ball, I see us arguing in a minimalist kitchen White orchids on black marble, Us, storms of words Chosen not carefully enough. I see us dancing downtown Past patio seating and terraces Reflections flickering in cars … Continue reading

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The Dent Beneath His Eye

    The morning I noticed The little dent Beneath his eyes, I was sunk. Some remnant from childhood, A tree poorly climbed, A baseball bat swung, Not ducking quickly enough, Or a chicken pox wound He couldn’t help but … Continue reading

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Sticking

  I used to thread needles through the clouds Piecing together the sky with airplane thoughts I’d pray, murmured amens, heavy enough to sink ships My hands gathered rust while I worshipped Beneath a pulpit’s iron, steady stare. Words hanging … Continue reading

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I Will Clean My Room

  I did it- I finally Cleaned my room Well, I read a book, Perched on the Edge of a stool, Listened to old music Every, Lovely, Aching, Tune. Watched home movies, Made some food. Soon, And soon, I was … Continue reading

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Ring-A-Round

Ring-a-round-a-rosie Pocket full of Dead leaves That were growing Yesterday Respectively new angles that I don’t care to view these things from Praying to New angels That were walking Yesterday Ashes, Ashes Breathing smoke through my lips The least threatening … Continue reading

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