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Unsteady Things
We sailed past fancy people in their black pants and fancy bars And we pointed out the gravestones and the flags on the cars We were rebels released from this world for a time We had our own way of watching And in a one way window, you beamed right back at me You said,”that’s… Continue reading
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Until The Stars Collapse
you owe it to yourself to quit being the apology. to hold your hand and sing your favorite song. to love another and see how far that will go. to love yourself and forget where you were headed in the first place. love is a funny story. it wakes up and builds a plot. it… Continue reading
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Song for the Last Act
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame, Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook. Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease The lead and marble figures watch the show Of yet another summer loath to… Continue reading
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from “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”
They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it. – Friedrich Nietzsche basically all my great loves Continue reading
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A Bracelet of Bright Hair About the Bone
The Romans put skulls into their love poems. Skeletons and dry bones along with love. As if violet was only beautiful against something black. We also talked of death, I perhaps more than you. It made me happy to think of the newly dead body being lowered into the coffin of the other. You found… Continue reading
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Toward what island-home am I moving
Toward what island-home am I moving, not wanting to marry, not wanting too much of that emptiness at evening, as when I walked through a field at dusk and felt wide in the night. And it was again the evening that drew me back to the field where I was most alone, compassed by stems… Continue reading
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my letter to you, today
Darlings, I have so much to say and think of you, in your whole unfinished evolution, with eagerness that makes me nervous and overjoyed. What an incredible, collective life we have, don’t you see? What a thrilling time to be a part of this, our shared story! We are all within reach; no one is… Continue reading
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Inventing the Body
The lungs were my idea. Shins, his. Breasts, mine, though he agreed. He tried to name his favorite organ Mr. WInky, but titles were forbidden from the start. Laughter was a vital sign, amended to a ticking in the chest. We called the heart the heart because we could not say its real name even… Continue reading
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prayer to saint anthony, finder of lost things
I have lost: churches cupped in my hands, the moon drowned in a glass, pocket watches tied to tree stumps, watchdogs swimming in lakes of whiskey, hungry fingers to the night’s saw teeth. Keep those. Please find my hearts, those thousand knotted plums fled from my body. Return the small one in the pit of… Continue reading
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You are beautiful like demolition…
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to… Continue reading
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