poetry
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Collision Theory
I swear she kissed me first, but I have no evidence. I know the wine danced in the glass like a siren, all lean in and slow blink, I know the magnets in my palms spun until keys flung themselves toward us from all directions. conjurers always have to be watching our hands. spells dove… Continue reading
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Please Move to Vermont and Break My Heart
I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly explain why you look better with the lights on. I listen to a song but it doesn’t mention your name so I stop listening to the song. Your heart is noise pop. White noise is ghosts missing… Continue reading
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Scars
1. If i could, i would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect that someone’s spiteful enough to not care about you anymore. 2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with the broken promise & i will bleed all the crippled… Continue reading
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Some Like It Hot
“Hollywood’s a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul.” —Marilyn Monroe It took the embalmer three days to prepare your body. He removed a half moon of flesh from the base of your hairline; sutured it as tight as your corset to reduce the postmortem swelling… Continue reading
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Silt
in this town, you don’t buy new things before October, not until after the back-to-school clothing has gone on sale. you only shower twice a week, only go to school when you have to: when you can’t find a dollar in your mother’s purse to spend at the arcade. you go to parties where the… Continue reading
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For My exes
1 on the little league field we traded virginities like baseball cards. 2 & 3 I do not regret leaving you, but there are things we still don’t speak of. 4 still masturbate while thinking about you. feel used in an empty room. 4 the first day we met, I told you I missed you… Continue reading
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Misplacing Their Ring Fingers
The summer my parents lost their marriage like so many magnets kicked under the refrigerator, my cousin and I named trees after babysitters we never had. We lived in our bathing suits, washed our hair in pond water and sunburned. (Once, my mother slammed the screen door so hard, I comforted the hinges.) I taught… Continue reading
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At First Sight
When she stops kissing you with her mouth open, find the screw driver. Buy a newly cut shank of beef. Leave so much blood in the kitchen she has to ask what happened. When she no longer calls you baby, hide all the silverware between the couch cushions. Send her there to sleep. If she… Continue reading
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If I never …
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains. – Charles Bukowski Continue reading
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Beneath My Hands
Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows. Wherever you move I hear the sounds of closing wings of falling wings. I am speechless because you have fallen beside me because your eyelashes are the spines of tiny fragile animals. I dread the time when your mouth begins to… Continue reading
Redamancy Lit 