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It feels like…
It feels like – I’m in love! I wanna dance in the kitchen, and scream as loud as I can until I can’t breath in anymore. Not because I’m angry, but because I need to move. It feels like JUMP! Dive! Spin ’round and ’round in circles until I can’t stop laughing and I can’t see straight.…
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Old Places
For those places no longer home. Kept safest in your minds own. Heart aches for trodden roads. Soul weighs with forgotten ghosts. A hum whose words are lost, of curtains drawn, and bridges crossed. The streets recede twisted and strange. I know this dream if only by name. This Avenue’s familiar. The gates – The…
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Child’s Fairy Tale
When I was a child, I saw with blinded eyes. White sheets by my side down my living room aisle. Human porcelain came to life and lip-gloss gave me years. Plastic plugs clipped on my ears, a lollipop took away tears. Pairs of socks stuffed into my shirt, toes sink into giant shoes. Little pink…
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Untitled
Like tryna’ to catch water. Could never win, no matter how much I fought her. A pointless carousel, I watched it dissolve. Those revolving doors, couldn’t take it anymore, as they took us round and round, and I wound up a deserter. Couldn’t pretend, couldn’t float on the deep end, felt like an accessory to…
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Beloved Stranger
Beloved Stranger I knew you in the dark Where the depths Blind us from one another I knew that gaping hole That swallows more and more of you With each passing day I knew the wandering in the desert When the sun blanches our eyes And it’s too cold at night Even though I knew…
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Pigeons
Sopa de paloma. Does mama pluck them? From the fence? From the street? Before she chucks them, not from the sky, but brethren with feet upright into the pot. Does she fetch a price for their beaks? Do the eyes get so hot, they burst? Not chicken, the birds? Do they come from allá? The…
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A Country
Somewhere in me, a country rises, of cobble-stoned roads, street lamps like raised eyes, 3 panel windows on brick, of blown glass, wind chimes, and freshly baked bread. Somewhere where it’s winter. Somewhere I only find when I’m taken from everything else. A man I don’t know, but is the type only I could ever…
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Dead Silence
Pastel halls sound like hinging basketball courts Beneath tapping feet on rhombus patterns Accordions hiss up and down measuring cups Roller coaster beads tie together lie detectors Next to the man with the white squared collar Who likes to recite a sutra mantra Tempo machines beep with ticking tocks That pump with pulsing hearts under…
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Wurzelbrot
I like me a man with a bit o’ boyish charm who smiles from his cheek has Andes chocolate mints on his huff and a scolding as hot as firebrand arms that can gently swing a heavy jackhammer a name with rolling R’s and lulling L’s who’s baritone can ace the Richter scale a hide…
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School Bus
I hinggge and hissss at every red where all that is smaller than I come to screeching halts before bumping nose to ass And those that are smallest are the only smalls I stop for I bend every corner like I’m trying to stretch it Break it Make a hole in it Rip it Make…
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